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POEMS, 


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Spiritual     SONGS, 


Sacred  to  the  Praise  of 


GOD    our    Saviour. 


By  JAMES   and   JOHN  RELLT. 


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Jlanding  alfo>  i  Cor.  xiv.  15. 


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TO         THE 


READER. 


J/iyfH  E  N  I  fay  I  have  done  as  well  as  I  could \ 
*  *  I  need  no  other  Apology  ;  becaufe,  in  Reafon, 
nothing  can  be  expecled  in  fpiritual  Matters,  from  a 
Man,  above  what  he  hath  received ;  nor  can  he 
receive  any  'Thing,  except  it  be  given  him  from 
above.  The  Apoftle,  from  this  Confederation,  Jhews 
the  Inconfiftency  and  Unreafonablenefs  of  judging  a 
Man  for  not  exhibiting  what  he  has  not  ;  or,  of 
cenfuring  him  for  the  Want  of  what  he  can  only 
have  by  the  Gift  of  God :  Thus  arguing,  What  haft 
thou,  that  thou  haft  not  received  f  and,  if  thou  haft 
nothing  but  what  thou  haft  received,  why  doft  thou 
judge  andfet  at  Nought  thy  Brother,  as  though  thou 
hadfl  not  received  it  t  Therefore,  with  Relation  to 
the  Poems  and  Hymns  before  you,  I  can  fay,  fuch 
as  I  have  received,  I  give  unto  you, 

I  thought 


ii  To  the  READER. 

I  thought  it  well  to  put  the  Poem,  called  The 
Believer,  in  the  Front  of  the  Hymns,  as,  in  its 
Meafure,  containing  and  rendering  a  Ileafon  of  the 
Chriftian's  Ground  of  Praife,  and  Delight  therein. 
The  Reafon  of  my  writing  it  in  that  Manner,  was, 
its  flowing,  with  Regard  to  Method  and  Matter,  upon 
my  Mind  unfought,  without  Thoughtful nefs  or  Study  ; 
and  not  from  an  Imagination  of  my  having  any 
Skill  in  Poetry,  efpecially  that  Sort  of  Verfe.  And 
when  I  have,  fince  its  jirfl  Printing,  (fancying 
myfelf  fomewh  at  more  Jhilful)  attempted  fome  Alter- 
ations, I  have  found  myfelf  utterly  infufficient  ;  fo 
that  you  have  it  as  in  the  firji  Edition,  the  Altera- 
tion of  a  few  Words  excepted, 

The  Hymns,  as  you  may  perceive,  are  chiefly 
drawn  from  the  Scriptures  ;  and  are  defigned,  at 
once,  to  offer  Praife,  and  to  feal  Injlruclion  on  the 
Mind;  by  fcrving  as  an  Expofition  on  thofe  Scrip- 
tures, from  which  they  are  drawn.  In  the  general 
they  teflify  of  Jefus,  according  to  the  Word  of  the 
Gofpel ;  which,  neither  Man's  Faith,  nor  Unbelief, 
makes  true,  or  falfe.  And,  therefore,  when  fung 
by  Babes  and  Sucklings  ;  yea,  by  thofe  who  have 
not  known  for  themfelves,  it  is  as  true  ;  (and 
why  may  not  the  Saviour  be  glorified)  as  if  the  Spi- 
rits of  jufl  Men  made  perf eel  joined  the  Song  :  This 
puts  by  thatfiale  Objeclion,  of  fome  People's  not  be- 
ing qualified  to  perform  this  Part  of  divine  Worfhip^ 
becaufc  they  have  not  experienced  what  thcyfing. 
Indeed  where  Hymns  are  calculated  to  fing  what  we 

fee,  what  we  know,  what  we  feel ;  it  is  another 

Cafe: 


To  the  READER.  iii 

Cafe  :  For  then  they  are  fo  fluffed  with  Egotifm, 
that  very  few,  comparatively,  can  join  the  Song. 
Bat  when  People  are  content  to  fee,  to  know,  to  feel 
the  Goodnefs  of  our  Saviour  with  private  'Thankful- 
nefs  before  him  ;  ("not  ?7iaking  their  own  Enjoy- 
merits  and  Attainments  the  Matter  of  their  Song) 
and  are,  by  all  this,  drawn  to  make  Jefus,  as  he 
is  in  himfelf,  as  the  Gofpel  declares  him,  the  Subject 
of  their  Praife  ;  then  his  Praife  Jlands  open  to  all ; 
and  all  may  fing  the  Truth  towards  God  :  And  cer- 
tainly this  comes  near  eft  the  Song  of  the  Blejfed 
above  :  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  &c.  for -ever  dwells 
upon  their  Tongues.  And  to  fay  that  a  Man  cannot 
fing  the  Truth,  except  he  has  known  it,  and  felt  it 
for  himfelf,  is  to  fay,  that  a  Man  cannot  fpeak  the 
Truth,  when  he  relates  a  Facl  received  upon  the  befl 
Authority,  except  himfelf  hath  feen  it :  Which,  by 
the  Way,  is  to  invalidate  the  Authority  of  the  Scrip- 
tures, to  put  fenfible  Dejnonflration  before  Faith,  and 
then  it  is  not  the  Evidence  of  unfeen  Things. 

Thefe  are  the  Reafons,  I  would  give,  of  the 
Hymns  running  generally  in  the  Manner  before- 
mentioned :  And  where  any  of  them  anfwer  not  to 
this,  let  it  be  imputed  to  Over-fight  and  Infiifficiency, 
and  not  to  Defign. 

Tou  may  obferve  my  Brother's  Hymns,  which 

follow  in  the  fecond  Part,  are  for  Matter  one  with 

mine,  though  differing  in  Method,  having  not  taken 

them  methodically  from  any  particular  Scriptures  ; 

but  breaking  forth  as  raptured  Praife  from  a  glad- 

ened 


iv  To  the  READ  E  R. 

ened  Heart.  He  bath,  without  obferving  any 
Chain  of  Matter ;  glanced  at  many  peculiar  Glories 
of  the  Saviour,  as  declared  in  the  Gofpel.  And, 
upon  the  Whole,  I  may  venture  to  affirm  for  myfelf, 
and  1 am  perfuadedfor  him  alfo,  that  our  Aim  in  them 
is  nothing  lefs  than  tofet  forth  the  Beauty  and  Ex- 
cellency of  Jefus  Chrift  our  Lord !  to  his  Praife, 
and  the  unfpeakable  Joy  of  all  Beholders  :  That 
they  may  fing  with  the  Spirit,  and  with  the  Under- 
(landing  alfo,  the  Praifes  of  him  who  hath  loved 
us,  and  wajhed  us  from  our  Sins  in  his  own  Blood. 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  Name  / 


T  H  E 


THE 


BELIEVER. 


B  O  O  K    I. 


CONTAINING 


A  Reafon  of  the  Author'*  Choice  of  this  Subjecl\ 
Complaint  of  Partiality  and  Bigotry :  With  a 
Word  of  Advice  to  the  Reader. 


MY  Mind,  illiterate,  unpoliftied, 
Like  a  wild  Wade,    by  no  induflrious 
Hand 
Early  improv'd,  mufl  leave  Creation's  Song 
To  higher  Geniufes.     The  Want  of  Learning, 
Study,  Expanfe  and  Readinefs  of  Thought, 
Confines  and  limits  me :  Fruitlefs,  unfkill'd 
In  Meditation  on  Earth  and  Skies,  the 
Wond'rous  Works  of  God  ;  which  nobler  Minds, 

Him  infpir'd,  withal  capacitated, 
By  prudent  Search,  Enquiry  rational, 
Have  with  Succefs,  Beauty  and  Elegance, 
Divinely  fung.    Disclaiming  all  Pretence 

To 


[     4     ] 

To  thefe  advent'rous  Flights,  I  am  content 
Alone  to  tread  that  Path,  and  follow  that 
More  certain  Track,  wherein  the  Traveller, 
Tho'  a  Fool,  fhall  never  err.     Jefus,  the 
Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life;  his  Birth,  his  Life,  and 
Death,  the  Steps,  by  which  I  {hall  afcend  up 
To  the  holy  Hill,  where  all  the  BleiTmgs 
Of  his  Blood,  immenfe,  unnumber'd,  are  by 
Me  poffefs'd.     I  choofe  this  Theme,  becaufe  my 
Joy,  my  Health,  my  quick'ning  Spirit,  Life  and 
Marrow  of  my  Bone  ;  Wine  to  my  drooping 
Heart,  and  Oil  to  all  my  Wounds.    My  fure,  tho' 
Humble  Steps,  there  will  I  take,  advancing 
With  a  Song  of  Praife  to  true  Perfe&ion. 

Knowing  myfelf,  I  know  that  Man  is  vain, 
Is  partial,  and  rarely  brought  to  think,  to 
Hear,  to  read  impartially  ;  or  thus  to 
Judge,  of  what  is  not  his  own.     Prejudice 
Love's  Bane,  and  Ruin  of  Society, 
An  envious  Fiend,  bitter,  implacable, 
Malicious,  and  uncharitable ;  curft 
Salamander,  bred  in  the  Fire  of  Hell, 
The  only  Element  in  which  it  lives  ; 
A  meagre  Fury,  Spawn  of  gigantick 
Pride  and  Wrath  j   Monfter,  Hide-bound,  lean, 

raving, 
And  unfatisfy'd,  when  ev'ry  godlike 
Thought  it  has  devour'd.     Truth,  Friendfhip, 

Kindnefs, 
Charity,  impartial  Honefty,  ftill 
Falls  a  Prey  to  this  j  infenfibly,  by 

This 


C    5    1 

This  deftroy'd.     Spiritual  Fever,  .burning, 

Pleuritick,  contracts  the  generous  Mind, 

Straitens  the  Bowels,  diflurbs  all  Peace,  and 

Will  not  fuffer  the  Object  of  its  Wrath 

And  Envy  to  poffefs  his  Life  :  Againfl 

Him  enrag'd,  from  him  refufing  Light  or 

True  Inftruction,  it  raifes  numberlefs 

Objections  againfl  the  Word  of  Truth,  and 

Life  itfelf3  if  fpoke  by  him  ;  yea,  thinks  the 

Worfe  of  Chrift)  if  fuch  he  will  afiift,  and 

Evidence  to  Man  his  Prefence  with  them. 

Thus  fain  would  have  him  angry  with  all  whom. 

It  condemns.     If  this,  the  Object  of  its 

Hate,  be  blefs'd,  'twill  not  believe  ;  but  if  'tis 

Evident,  beyond  Objection,  then  it 

Pines,  as  poifon'd  with  his  Joy.     It  hates  the 

Gofpel  for  his  Sake,  if  he  fuccefsful 

Is  therein  ;  flarts  from  the  Truth,  tho'  known  to 

What  it  knoweth  wrong,  and  builds  again  what 

Once  the  Man  deftroy'd,  only  Revenge  to 

Gratify,  and  crufh  the  hated  Worm.     If 

He  is  ftill  above  it,  fteadfaft  in  Truth 

And  Liberty,  which  it  cannot  deny, 

Then  will  it  reprefent  him  as  knowing 

Only,  not  enjoying,  or  poiTeffing 

What  he  fpeaks,  and  makes  Confemon  of. 

To  prove  this  Evidence  as  true,  it  has 
A  Microfcope  ;  greatly,  in  Virtue,  to 
Magnify,  or  make  appear,  what  elfe  the 
Naked  Eye  could  not  difcern.     Thro'  this,  it 
Calls  the  World  to  gaze  upon  the  Man  it 

B  Hates : 


[    6    ] 

Hates :  There  the  fmalleft  Grain  of  Sand  fwells  to 
A  mighty  Rock,  rugged,  and  dreadful  to 
Behold  ;  whilft  Infe&s,  much  fmaller  than  our 
Notice,  there  like  Lions  look,  or  favage 
Beafts,  of  Forms  various,  ftarts  the  Spectator 
As  affrighted  ;  and  thinks,  nor  Fruitfulnefs,  nor 
Peace,  nor  Safety's  there.     Thus  Prejudice,  as 
In  a  Glafs,  prefents  the  Man  it  hates,  where 
Ev'ry  Mole-hill  rifes  to  a  Mountain  ; 
Spitefully  aggrandizing  each  Word  and 
Work  imperfect,  fpoke  or  done  by  him  :  With 
Artful  Accent,  and  fubtile  Period,  it 
Aggravates  his  Crimes.     From  his  Confeflion, 
And  Repentance,  towards  God  and  Man,  it 
Will  give  a  publick  Proof  of  his  being 
Criminal,  until  his  Memory  and 
Name's  caft  forth,  to  the  loathing  of  his  Word 
And  Perfon  :  Thus  furious  will  it  fmite  the 
Object  of  its  Hate,  tho'  through  the  Saviour's 
Sides.     Oh  cruel  Prejudice  !  which  gives  no 
Quarter,  knows  not  how  to  fpare,  dreams  it  is 
Injur'd,  and  never  will  forgive  :  Like  Ham, 
Betrays  the  Father's  Nakednefs,  and  like 
Him  curs'd  ;  fince  it  betrays,  torments,  and  yet 
Will  crucify  afrefh  the  Lord  of  Life 
And  Glory,  with  Pain  and  open  Shame,  and 
That  with  Greedinefs,  rather  than  not  with 
Cruelty  opprefs  the  poor  and  hated 
Man.     O  dreadful  Prejudice  !  what  Mifchief 
Haft  thou  wrought !  Expofing  and  condemning 
That  in  others,  which  in  thyfelf  is  fpared : 

Yea 


[    7    3 

Yea  worfe,  far  worfe,  fofter'd  in  thee,  in  thee 
Conceal'd,   and  yet  is  but  a  little  one. 

O  hateful  Prejudice  !  Like  Adders  deaf, 
Thou  fhut'ft  thy  Ears  againfl  the  Truth,  and  wilt 
Not  hear  the  Charmer's  Voice,  however  wife  he 
Charm,  becaufe  thy  Image,  Mind,  and  Features, 
Are  not  feen  on  him  :  Yet,  tho'  thou  wilt  not 
Hear,  thou  deem'ft  it  Herefy  ;  and  thus,  in 
Rage,  condemnefl  what  thou  know'fl  not.     Thou 
Wouldfl  forbid  whoe'er  would  work  a  mighty 
Work  or  Miracle,  and  follows  not  with 
Thee  !  Thou  hardly  thinkeft  Good  can  any 
Where  be  done,  or  any  Thing  of  Moment 
PofTibly  effected,  where  thou  art  not 
Concern'd  !  Thou  wilt  not  be  convine'd  that  God 
Can  work,  or  will,  but  by  fuch  whom  thou,  in 
Thy  great  Wifdom  wilt  approve  of  !  Thou  lov'ft 
Thy f elf,  and  only  lov'fl  Thy/elf-,  and  where 
Thou  lov'fl  thy  Neighbour,  it  is  for  thine  own 
Sake  :  The  Caufe  is  his  Subferviency  :  From 
Him  thou  gathered,  in  Thought,  or  Word,  or 
Work,  or  Shamenefs  in  Opinion,  joining 
In  Spirit  with  thee,  in  all  thy  Ways,  and 
Each  Propofal,  made  by  thee.     Whilft  thus,  then 
Is  he  fafe  ;  no  Spot  is  feen,  nor  fhall  the 
Deepeft  (lain  appear,  his  Sin  is  cover'd, 
And  each  Infirmity  is  hid.     But  if 
To  his  Confcience  and  his  God,  he  faithful 
Is,  and  crofs  thy  Purpofes,  with  Fire  and 
Sword  thou  followefl  him,  blowing  the  brazen 
Trumpet  of  Reproach,  Slander,  Calumny, 

And 


[     8     ] 

And  Slaughter  ;  trembles  the  Earth,  whilft  all  the 
Sons  of  God,  and  Men,  are  at  a  Lofs  to 
Think.      Thus  raves  the  hellifh  Hag,  accurfed 
Prejudice,  new  Conquefts  makes,  whilft  Millions 
Are  her  Subjects,  fpreads  her  Dominions  wide 
From  Sea  to  Sea,  aims  at  univerfal 
Monarchy,  and  Conqueft  of  the  World.     Long 
Has  the  true  Believer  flood  the  Mark  of 
All  its  Envy,  Calumny  and  Rage  :  With 
Infamy  it  brands  him  ;  often  it  writes 
His  Name  in  Catalogue  of  Reprobates, 
And  fain  would  drown  him  in  Perdition.     Old 
Scars  and  Bruifes  might  he  fhew,  with  many 
Wounds,  frefli  bleeding,  daily  receiv'd  from  this 
Infernal  Foe.     To  authorize  its  Rage 
And  Bitternefs,  it  turns  his  Accufer 
And  pleads,  that  he's  a  Sinner  ;  this  he'll 
With  true  Remorfe  confefs  :  But  this  fufficeth 
Not,  except  for  Proof  more  pregnant,  of  the 
Aceufation.     Faith  and  Repentance  // 
Refufes,  and,  like  the  old  Novatian, 
Admits  not  of  the  Prodigal's  Return, 
Nor  will  //  fuffer  the  poor  Backflider 
Ever  to  be  heal'd.     As  MefTengers  of 
Job,  each  Day,  and  Hour,  Report  is  made,  and 
Tidings  frefh  are  brought,  of  Lofs  of  Friends, 
Of  Name,  and  Reputation,  Slander,  vented 
New,  and  dire  Reproach,  old  Infirmities 
Rais'd  from  the  Dead,  new  cloath'd,  new  paint- 
ed, and 
Sent  into  the  World,  to  rob  him  of  his 
Peace,  his  Life,  and  to  perfuade  the  Land,  to 

Spew 


[     9     ] 

Spew  him  out.     From  every  Quarter,  it  fo 
Warmly  plies  him,  he  fcarce  has  Time  to  breathe, 
Nor  will  it  fuffer  him  to  lift  his  Head. 
No  Terms  of  Peace  will  it  accept,  unlefs 
He  will  difpair,  and  curfe  his  God,  and  die. 
Like  foaming  Waves  of  Sea,  it  raifeth  Mire 
And  Dirt,  at  him  fo  truly  levell'd,  that 
Now  he  hath  no  Part,  but  what's  denTd,  all 
Cover'd  o'er  with  Filth  :  The  Robe  excepted, 
Which  Earth,  nor  Sin,  nor  Hell,   can  ever  fpot : 
In  that  he'll  wrap  himfelf,  and  folemnly 
Appeal,  from  Jewifh  Law,  and  Righteoufnefs, 
And  partial  Tribunal,  to  thy  great  Seat 
Of  Judgment,  and  impartial  Juflice,  moll 
Exalted  Ctefar,  great  King,  and  holy 
Emperor  of  Earth  and  Skies.     Preferve  the 
Soul  'till  then,  nor  fuffer  thou  the  Flefh  (fo 
Often  tempted,  to  make  Reprifals  on 
The  Foe,  and  to  render  Railery  for 
Its  railing)  ever  to  have  its  Way.     And, 
To  thy  Praife,  I'll  now  confefs,  that  I  had 
Fainted,  if  I  had  not  in  thee  believ'd. 

Since  I  have  fcarce  a  Friend,  I  need  not  be 
Surpris'd  with  Fear  or  Terror,  left  thefe  Lines 
Should  fall  into  a  partial  Hand,  becaufe 
An  Enemy.     But  yet,  I  would  advife 
The  Reader,  and  petition  him,  judge  not 
Before  thou  read'ft,  nor  then,  before  thou  malt 
Have  Grace  to  underftand.     Thou  wilt  fay  'tis- 
Herefy  ;  firft,  imitate  the  honefl 
Old  Bereans,  and  nobly  fearch  the  Scripture, 

Whether 


C  »»  3 

Whether  it  is  fuch  or  not.     Or  wilt  thou 
Say,  'Tis  only  Speculation,  Produce 
Of  Knowledge,  empty,  tranfientj  by  Paflions 
Working  natural  aflifted  ?  Is  it 
The  Truth  f  If  fuch,  he  does  not  well,  who  yet 
Will  cenfure  it.     My  Word  I  give,  as  the 
Only  Pledge  I  here  can  give,  that  I  am 
Now  determin'd,  to  fpeak  of  nothing,  nor 
Treat  of  other  Matter,  than  what  I  do 
In  Mercy,  handle ',  tq/le,  and  feel,  of  the 
Great  Word  of  Life.     I  own  it  Foolijhnefs, 
If  that  be  thy  Objection :  But  if  thou 
Read  impartially r,  on  cooler  Thought,  thou 
Wilt  perceive,  'tis  the  Foolifhnefs  of  God, 
The  Myftery  of  the  Crofs,  far  wifer 
Than  the  wifeft  Man.     Sufpicion  here  creeps 
In,  that  thy  own  Wifdom's  Folly,  whilft  Proof 
Infenfibly  will  fteal  upon  thee,  that 
God  is  only  wife.     Enthufiafm  fay 'ft 
Thou  ?  is  it  unreafonable  ?  What  Proof?  I 
Cannot  comprehend  :  Is  that  fufficient 
Proof?  muft  all  Men's  Reafon  but  keep  Pace  with 
Thine  f  with  thine  confin'd,  and  limited,  dark, 
Slumb'ring,  fetter'd,  grovelling  in  the  Duft  ?  Is 
Thine  the  Standard,  Balance,  and  eternal 
Rule,  to  try  the  Orthodoxy,  Weight  and 
Juftnefs,  of  all  other's  Thoughts,  and  Reafon 
By  ?  Vain  Man  !  blufh  at  thy  Vanity,  thy 
Pride,  and  at  thy  own  Unreafonablenefs. 
As  Ni??irod,  ftill  thy  Head  would'ft  lift,  above 
Thy  Fellows  ?  Afpiring  ftill  to  be  a 
God,  thou  pluck'ft  forbidden  Fruit.  Yea  fuch  thou 

Art, 


Art,  in  thine  own  Sentiment, 
Wilt  condemn  as  Herefy,  and  j 
Foolifhnefs,  what  thou  approv'ft  nv. 
That  becaufe  not  by  thee  comprel 

Read  then  with   candid   Love   and  ^i 
Mind 
And  generous  Principle,  fuch  as  at 
The  firfl  you  had  when  Jefus  gain'd  your  Heart : 
'Fore  'twas  fpoil'd,  and  bigoted  with  doubtful 
Terms  of  Orthodoxy,  Traditions,  Schemes, 
Doctrines  and  Forms  of  Man,  pernicious  and 
Detefled  Wifdom  of  the  prefent  Age. 
In  this  baptiz'd,  immediately  the  Lamb 
A  roaring  Lion  does  commence  :    And  the 
(Once)  charitable  Chriflian,  proves  a  fierce 
And  fiery  Bigot.     Such  not  the  Mind  of 
Chrifi,  nor  of  the  Chriflian  Man,  who  lives  with 
Him  :  With  him  content  and  fatisfied,  as 
With  the  better  Part.     Such  fly  the  Wrath,  and 
Bitternefs,  Pride,  Envy,  Malice,  Revenge, 
And  want  of  Charity,  conceiv'd  in  Hell ; 
The  Brat  of  Antichrifl,  and  Darling  of  the 
Bigot :  Carefully  nurs'd ;  by  Precept 
And  Example  recommended,  under 
The  Name  of  Chriflian,  Zeal  for  Holinefs 
And  Truth.     How  can  it  be,  that  out  of  Zeal 
For  Holinefs,  Man  mould  hate  his  Brother  ? 
Where  is  the  Proof  of  greater  Holinefs 
In  him  ?  or  where,  when  in  Defence  of  Truth 
Againfl  the  Heretic,  (by  him  fo  named) 
He  breathes  Revenge  and  Slaughter,  heaps  on 
him  Slander, 


[  «  ] 

,  Reproach,  reveals  all 
ough  to  the  wounding, 
of  a  Saviour's  Name  :  And 
,  that  this  is  Proof 
x  alfe  and  heterodox  ? 

this  envious  Argument  is  true, 
men  proves  it  falfe  the  Perfon  who  propos'd 
It.     Since  each  judicious  Eye  can  fee  // 
Stated  in  the  Lofs  of  Truth,  Reproach  of 
Chrift,  and  Forfeiture  of  his  Religion. 
Whilft  all  its  nervous  Force  confifts  in  bafe 
Deceit  and  Treachery  ;  in  Treatment  to 
His  Neighbour  fhewn,  which  he  would  not  again, 
With  Willingnefs,  receive  from  him.    Murd'rous, 
Atheiftick  Practice,  and  Wickednefs 
Moft  manifeft.     Lord,    what  is  Man  ?    Yea  what 
Are  Chriflian  Men,  fo  call'd ;  when  the  moft 
Pious,  and  greatefi  Advocates  for  Truth  and 
Holinefs,  are  fo  deceitful,  and  fo 
Spiritually  wicked  ?  O  my  God,  didfl 
Thou  vouchfafe  no  greater  Proof,  of  the  deep 
Divinity  and  Truth  of  thy  mod  pure 
And  holy  Gofpel,  than  what  is  gather'd 
From  the  befi  of  all  that  call  upon  thy 
Name,  from  their  Conformity  to  Thee,  I 
Sure  mould  hate  the  Chriflian  Name  and 

ftraightway 
Be  an  Atheid.     But  that  I  am  not  fuch, 
Thou  know'fl.  And  would  by  thy  Direction  make 
Confeffion  of  my  Faith  in  thee,  my  God. 

BOOK 


C  13  ] 

B  O  O  K     II. 

Of  the  Humiliation  of  Christ,  in  his  Birth,  Life, 
Poverty,  &c.     And  of  Faith  in  him. 

IGH  on  the  holy  Mount,  is  kept  the  grand, 
JL  The  general  AfTembly  of  the  Firft- 
Born  Church  ;  where  all  the  fcattered  Members  of 
Zion  militant,  with  every  perfect 
Unimbodied  Spirit,  Member  of  Church 
Triumphant,  meet  together  ;  to  blefs  the 
God  incarnate,  keep  Holiday,  and  tafte 
The  precious  Sabbath  :  Where  all  together 
Make  but  one  dear  Body  of  all  the  bleft 
And  holy  Brotherhood  ;  the  deep,  divine 
Original  is  Mary's  facred  Child, 
In  Bethl'em  born.     There  find  we  all  the  Curfe. 
Of  our  Nativity  remov'd  ;  then  learn 
We  Thankfulnefs.  and  not  'till  then,  for  our 
Creation,  Being,  Birth,  Diftinction  from  the 
Brute,  thro'  Senfe  and  Immortality* 

Deep  Myflery  of  God  incarnate,  the 
Everlafting  Father,  Creator,  God 
Almighty,  a  helplefs  Infant  born  !  Of 
Woman's  Seed  and  Subftance,  took  he  my  whole 
Humanity,  my  Nature  fallen  ;  and 
Thus  efpous'd  me  to  the  Fulnefs  of  his 

C  Godhead ; 


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/irgin's  Womb  myfterioufly 
.mber.     Confefs'd  as  God,  by 
,  him  in  her  Womb,  when  her  Soul 
.1  God  her  Saviour,  and  Spirit 
.ied  the  Lord.     Worfhip'd  his  Name  by 
*  tie  young  Baptift,  when  in  Mother's  Belly  j 
He  heard  the  joyful  Tidings  of  holy 
Incarnation  :  Tho'  incapable  of 
Reasoning,  he  leap'd  and  ftrangely  bounded  :  As- 
Tho'  o'ercome  with  Joy,  he  Adoration 
Pay'dto  him,  his  Lord,  and  God,  and  Bridegroom, 
Whofe  Harbinger  he  was.     With  like  Surprize, 
Wonder,  and  Joy  unfpeakable,  I  fee 
Him  born,  Ancient  of  Days,  and  Father  of 
Eternities,  a  helplefs  Child.     The  God, 
Whofe  Prefence  fills  infinite  Space,  upon 
His  Creature's  Knee.  Nourifh'd  by  her,  whom  his 
Own  Hands  had  made,  and  powerful  Word  had 
Spoken  into  Being  ;  nor  could  me  for    . 
A  Moment's  Space  exift,  without  the  Power 
And  Godhead  of  that  Child,  fhe  in  her  Arms 
Bare.     He,  her  Creator,  and  as  fmful 
Woman,  blefs'd  and  fav'd  by  him.    Great  Son  of 
Mary,  hail !  born  to  univerfal  Reign 
And  Monarchy.     Ambafladors  attend 
From  every  World,  to  pay  thee  rightful 
Homage  in  thy  humbled  State.     From  Heaven 
The  Angels  come  to  own  thy  Government 
And  Right  to  wear  the  Crown.     From  Heathen 

Lands 
And  Earth's  remoteft  Bounds,  the  Princes  come 
To  worfhip  thee,  great  Monarch  !  To  render 

Tribute 


[    «5    3 

Tribute,  due  from  them  as  Subjects.  Wife  Men 
They  were,  no  Man  that's  truly  wife,  but  what 
Will  bow  to  thee.  For  thine  own  faithful  Friends, 
On  whom  is  nam'd  thy  Name,  Simeon  of  old, 
And  Anna,  weicom'd  Thee  :  In  all  their  Namefc, 
With  Gladnefs,  Joy,  an  unknown  Extafy. 
Moft  backward  was  the  Prince  of ,  Hell  to  own 
Thy  kingly  Power,  the  Grandeur  of  thy  Reign: 
At  length,  compell'd  to  own  thee,  not  only 
Equal,  but  his  great  Superior  ;  and  that 
Before  thy  greater!  Enemies  :  Now  crufhed 
By  thy  Almighty  Arm,  he  finks,  defpairs, 
And  fawns,  tho'  once  the  brighten:,  moft  radiant, 
Of  the  Morning  Stars  :  When  he  refus'd  to 
Worfhip  thee,  was  curs'd,  degraded,  can:  from 
Worlds  of  Light,  and  now  petitions  for  a 
Lodging  in  a  Herd  of  Swine.     And,  laftly, 
/,  as  out  of  due  Time  born,  exceeding 
Late,  but  not  too  late,  am  come  to  own  thy 
Godhead  in  thy  Birth  :  Thy  Majefty,  great 
King  of  Kings,  thy  Pvight  to  reign  and  govern 
This  poor  Heart  of  mine,  ever,  ever  thine. 
Amaz'd,  I  view,  with  infinite  Delight, 
The  infant  God.     With  me  the  Angels  gaze", 
As  having  not  fo  feen  their  God  before  : 
Glories  ineffable,  Brightnefs  divine, 
Infufferable,  'till  now  had  been  his  firfl 
And  upper  Garment ;  they  daring  not  to 
Look  on  him,  as  thus  array'd,  trembling  wrap'd 
Their  Faces  in  their  Wings,  and  loudly  in 
The  higheft,  with  Voice  like  Thunder-claps,  yet 
'With  treme&dc/us  ReVrence,  fung  for-ever, 

Holy, 


[    i6    ] 

Holy,  holy,  holy  ;  but  now  they  gaze 
Their  fill  ;  prompted,  by  long  Defire,  to  look 
Into  the  Myflery  ;  tho'  curious  in 
Their  Search,  intenfe,  and  diligent,  they  fail 
To  found  the  Depth  of  Incarnation.     I 
Found  them  in  Amazement  when  I  came  :  All 
Heaven  deep  in  Study,  puzzled  afrefh 
Each  Moment  at  deeper  Wonders  rifing 
To  their  View  :  Them  drowning  in  eternal 
Depths  of  Infinity.     High  Seraphims, 
And  knowing  Cherubims,  Dominions,  Thrones, 
Angels,  Archangels,  Principalities 
And  Powers,  all  flood  as  loft  in  deepeft 
Thought :  As  when  a  curious  Searcher  fain  would 
Learn  Impollibili'aes.     Their  Eyes  as 
Fix'd,  their  Faces  Seats  of  Wonder,  Centre 
Of  all  the  Powers,  of  Worfhip,  Joy,  Delight, 
And  Love,  pointed  me  out  the  new-born  God. 
With  them  I  gaz'd,  nor  was  it  long  before 
The  Morning-Star  arofe,  and  Light  dawn'd  in 
My  Soul  ;  my  God  I  knew  in  Form  of  an 
Infant ;  /bow'd  the  Knee;  with  me  they 
Bow'd  ;  /  cry'd,  my  Lord,  my  God,  Creator, 
And  Preferver ;  they  join'd  with  me  >1  faw 
My  Nature  born  anew,  of  that  which  once 
Was  marr'd,  a  nobler  VefTel  made.     Said  I, 
He  wears  my  Flefh,  my  Maker  is  my  Friend, 
My  Hufband  ;  at  this,  they  flood  amaz'd  ;  I 
Added,  Fm  a  Son,  Member,  and  therefore 
One  with  him,  that  holy  Thing,  born  of  a 
Woman,  call'd  the  Son  of  God.     Jehovah 
In  very  Deed,  comes  down  to  dwell  with  mey 

Incarnate, 


t    *7j3 

Incarnate,  O  the  joyful  Sound  !  now  my 
Election,  and  my  Calling's  fure.     This,  the 
Firft  Moment  I  e'er  was  truly  thankful 
For  my  Creation,  and  that  I  am  a 
Man  :  When  wand'ring  in  Uncertainties,  with 
Bitternefs,  I  curs'd  the  Day,  when  firft  I 
Saw  the  Light,  and  wiih'd  a  brutal  Mind  and 
Form,  rather  than  what  I  was  :  But  now  no 
More  of  that,  my  God  is  born,  born  in  a 
Mortal's  Form,  born  in  my  Nature,  in  my 
Flefh,  and  by  the  Spirit's  Pow'r,  born  in 
My  inmoft  Soul :  Glory  to  Thee^  O  Lord. 

Great  Son  of  Mary,  hail !  thy  "Birth  the  deep 
Foundation  of  my  perpetual  Sonlhip  : 
Thy  Love  to  Man,  to  me,  unfathom'd,  fince, 
For  my  Sake  and  Safety,  thou  wert  a  poor, 
And  helplefs  Infant  born.     O  Wonder,  and 
Aftonifhment !  deep  boundlefs  Myftery, 
Omnipotence  whofe  powerful  Word,  wifely 
From  Chaos,  fpoke  unjiiimber'd  Worlds  to  Life 
And  Being,   from  nothing  made  ;  hung  by  him 
In  boundlefs  Space,  only  fupported  by 
His  Deity,  is  here  a  fpeechlefs  Child  : 
In  Want  of  Raiment,  Food  and  Nourifhment, 
But  yet,  incapable  of  afking,  to 
Have  his  Wants  fupply'd*     Thofe  Hands,  that 

made  and 
Spread  the  ftarry  Plains  abroad,  the  Heav'ns  like 
A  Curtain  ;  thofe  Hands,  that  grafp'd  the  awful 
Sceptre,  and  fway'd  it  o'er  ten  thoufand  Worlds, 
That  flung  the  dreadful  Thunderbolts  of  War  j 

When 


[     i8     ] 

When  mighty  Angels,  in  Rebellion,  thought 
To  fhake  his  Throne  :  Till  drove  like  tim'rous 

Deer, 
By  him,  to  endlefs  Deeps,  and  there  referv'd 
For  future  and  eternal  Judgment :  Thofe 
Hands  are  now  a  feeble  Infant's  :    Whofe  Grafp 
Is  foft,  unfteady,  and  unable  to 
Defend,  or  to  relieve  himfelf.     Thofe  Eyes 
Like  burning  Flames,  or  dreadful  Fires,  fwifter 
Than  Lightning,  or  the  fwifteft  Comets,  moot 
Terrible  through  Space  infinite  :  Thofe  Eyes 
Omnifcient,  from  which  there  is  no  Hiding-  . 
Place,  feeing  all  Eternities  at  once, 
Are  now,  in  infant  Slumber  clos'd  :  when  lull'd 
To  Reft-     Where  is  the  Scribe,  the  Man  who 

dreams 
He's  wife  ?  Where  the  Difputer  ?  Can  he  by 
All  his  Wifdom,  fathom  this  great  Depth,  this 
Myflery  unfathomable  ?  who  dare 
Bow  to  the  new  Born  Infant,  and  yet  not 
Fear  Idolatry  ?  confefs  him,  as  the 
Higheft,  God  Almighty,  without  any 
Dread  of  Blafphemy  :  Commit  their  Life,  and 
Soul,  into  his  Hands  :  Nor  doubt  his  Power  to 
Save,  even  to  the  uttermoft  ?  This  Man 
By  Wifdom  natural  directed,  dare 
Not  do :  Reafons  how  can  it  be,  ftarts  back, 
And  fliudders  at  the  Thought.     Thus  thought  I 

•    once, 
But  now  'tis  not  my  Cafe,     1  worfhip  from 
My  Heart  the  holy  Child,  no  other  God 
I  know  j  what  in  him  {tumbles  human  Wit, 

And 


A 


C  19- ] 

And  Wifdom,  and  hinders  Adoration 

To  be   pay'd,  is  Proof  moft  pregnant  to  my 

Heart,  that  he,    the  Child  at  Bet  hi9  em  born,  is 

The  eternal  God.     Young  Beihlemite,  I  thee 

Adore,    thy  Birth,  hath  healed  mine  of  all 

Its  Curfe  and  Malady,  into   a  State 

That's    new  I  enter  now ;  where  Joy  and  Truth, 

And  Plenty  reigns ;  where,  as  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

I  am  thy  bleft  and  happy  Subject,  here 

With  Delight,  Pll  ever  learn  thy  great  Love. 

Bleft  are  mine  Ejes,  fornowtheyy^  ;  mine  Ears, 
For  now  they  hear  the  Gofpel  day,  the  Year 
Of  Jubilee  ;  the  Glory,  Light,  and  Love, 
For  which  the  Prophets  long  in  Darknefs  grop'd, 
When   unto  them  it  was  reveaPd,  that  they 
Should  minifter,  not  to  themfelves,  (the  Depth 
Of  this  great   Myftery  )  but  me  favour'd 
With  finding  God  in  Fafhion  as  a  Man. 
Nor  Fleili,   nor  Blood,  the  Revelation  gave, 
Of  this,   the  Ground-work,  deep  Foundation  o£ 
All  my  Joy  and  Peace.     Did  God  become  a 
Man  ?  he  did  :  My  Spirit  echoes  back  a 
Man,  a  poor,  defpifed,  friendlefs,  labouring 
Man:  Poor,  his  Birth,  his  Life,  and  Death  de- 
clares, 
And  yet,  his  Minifters,  his  Gofpel,  and 
His  Caufe,  not  deck'd  with  ornamental  Gold, 
Nor  Favour  of  the  World  :  His  Kingdom  is 
Not  of  the  fame  ;  therefore  defpis'd  by  all, 
High,  and  Low,  by  the  Ignorant,  and  the  Wife, 
By  all  the  Fulnefs  of  the  carnal  Mind, 


C    -o    3 

By  Hell,  and  feemingly  by  Heaven,  to 
Mortals  judging  according  to  the  Flefh. 

Friendlefs,   amongft  the  Thousands   of  his 

Friends, 
Mod  fo,  in  his    own  Houfe  ;  where  all  lay  in 
Their  Claim,   as  faithful  Friends  to  him :  And 

more, 
A  Labourer  was  he  \  I  faw  him  in 
The  morning  Light  go  forth,  with  Implements 
Of  Toil,  careful,  in  Honefty  to  earn 
With  fweating  Brow  his  Bread  :  I  faw,  and  well 
I  mark'd  his  Fingers  cramp'd,  and  bended  back, 
Hewing  the  knotty  Oak  ;  how  earned  in 
His  Work,  laborious  Blows,  and  Streams  of  Sweat 
Declare.     When   not  a  little   wearied,  through 
The  human  Nature's  Vigour  fpent,  that  he 
No  more  the  Axe  could  lift,  I  follow'd  to 
A  private,  lonely  Shade,  where  he  to  gain 
His  Breath,  fo  well  nigh  fpent,  to  gather  frefh 
Contraction  to  his  flacken'd  Nerves,  the  Ferment 
In  his  boiling  Veins  to    cool,  had  now  in 
Wearinefs  retir'd  :  'There  in  a    Corner 
I  beheld  him  (land,  or  kneel,  or  proftrate 
On  the    Earth  along  ;  with  Eyes,  or  Hands,  or 
Heart  uplifted,  thus  the  Virgin's  Son,  the 
Lab' ring  Man  he  prayed  :  Nor  did,  nor  could  he 
Then  forget  the  Sinner  me,  but  fpake  a 
Word,  or  more,  on  my  Behalf;  feal'd  with  a 
Lover's    Sigh,  as  when  the  Heart-firings  break : 

For 
Me,  then  heard,  now  heard  to  all  the  endlefs 

Ages 


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Ages  of  Eternity  the  fame,     O 

Lovely  Bridegroom  !  my  dear  prevailing  Lamb  ! 

'Twas  once  a  Curfe  to  be  a  Labourer, 

When  then  pronounc'd  as  Wages,  in  part,  for 

Adam's  firft  Tranfgreffion  ;  but  now  no  more,     . 

Since  thou  waft  made  a  perfect  Curfe  for  me. 

The  Sun  declining,  leaves  the  Horizon,. 
Whilft  Darknefs  interpofes,  and  bids  the 
L^b'rer  ceafe  from  Toil,  and  Reft  :  Fatigu'd  and 
Weary'd,  ftagg'ring  Home  he  comes.    I  follow'd 
Clofe,  in  Admiration  loft,  whilft  pregnant 
Was  my  Soul  with  awful  Wonder,  fervent 
Love,  and  rapt'rous  Extafy.     Hungry  and 
Thirfty,  he  bleft  his  Food,  his  Drink,  and  fed 
With  Appetite.     After  a  Deed  of  Gift 
Of  him  and  his,  unto  his  Father   and 
His  God,  with  Thanks  return'd  for  Favours  of 
The  Day  received,  he  laid  him  down  to  reft  : 
How  fweet  the  Sleep,  how  calm  the  Slumber  of 
The  Induftrious  Man  !  Such  was  my  Lord  and 
God,  and  fuch  his  peaceful  Slumber.     Did  I 
Call  him  Lord  and  God  f  That  Man  fo  poor,  fo 
Spent  with  Labour,  fo  griev'd,  fo  try'd,  and  deep 
In  Sorrow  !  Defpis'd,  unmark'd,  numbered  with 
Adam's  Sons  !  Yea,  ftill  my  Lord,  my  God  !  This 
Not  the  Product  of  fome  fantaftic  Brain, 
Nor  the  wild  Tranfport  of  a  fanguine  Mind  ; 
But  Faith  deliberate,  fufficient  Proof ; 
Which,  after  calmeft  Consideration,  and 
Cooleft  Reafoning,  leaves  my  Mind  fo  fully 
Certify'd,  and  positively  fure,  as 

D  Of 


C  *  1 

Of  my  own  Exiftence  :  That  he,  that  Man, 

The  Galilean,  is  my  Lord  and  God  ! 

Fertile  this  Faith  producing  every  Hour 

Frefh  Tranfport,  flowing  Streams  of  folemn  Joy, 

Gladnefs  in  the  Heart ;  whilft  high,  triumphant 

Sounds  of  facred  Praife  flow  from  my  Soul,  my 

Tongue  ;  and  all  my  Pow'rs  confpire  to  love,  and 

Evermore  acknowledge,  in  that  dear  Man 

So  wounded,  my  Lord  !  my  God  !  my  Chief !  my 

Head!  my  Hujband!  Shepherd!  Lover  !  friend  and 

All  that's  dear  to  me  !  A  Worm,  but  yet  belov'd. 

Bleft,  growing  Youth  !  in  Spirit  fubjecl:  to 
Parents,  who  thy  own  Creatures  were.  Dear  Man 
Of  Sorrows!  with  Grief  acquainted,  deeply 
Immers'd  in  Woe  :  David's  great  Lord  and  Son  ! 
ProfefTing  Poverty,  and  feeling  it 
In  all  its  Depth,  and  ev'ry  Circumftance 
Diffracting,  or  that  in  fiich  a  State  might 
Be  the  Rife  of  anxious  Care  and  Sorrow. 
Hungry,  thirjly,  weary,  toiling  for  thy 
Bread:  Deny'd  what  Birds  and  Beajls  were favour'd 
With,  a  Place  of  Reft  and  Shelter,  from  thine 
Own  Voice,  in  Thunder  Storms,  blading  Light- 
nings, 
Flooding  Rains,  the  fiercer  Whirl-wind,  Scorch- 

ings 
Of  the  meridian  Sun,  and  chilling  Dews 
Of  Night  !  So  poor  waft  thou,  that,  of  all  the 
Globe  terreftrial,  Produce  of  thy  powerful 
Word,  in  Wifdom  parcel'd  out  to  Man,  tho* 
To  the  laft  Degree  ungrateful,  one  Foot 

Of 


C   *3    ] 

Of  all  was  not  by  thee  referv'd,  to  reft 
Thy  own  afflicted,  weary  Head  upon. 

Hail,   defpifed  Carpenter  i  the  hated 
Nazareen  :  Judg'd  fo  mean,  contemptible 
A  Worm,  as  not  to  merit  the  Regard, 
Nor  once  deferve  the  Notice  of  Ifrael's 
Mafler-Builders  ;  no  Form  alluring,  nor 
Comelinefs  attracting,  in  thee  can  they 
Behold  :   Too  mean  for  Mammon's  Worfhippers  5 
Difdain'd  by  Rabbies  as  illiterate  : 
Whilft  by  the  Men,  who  high  Pretentions  make 
To  Wifdom's  Ways,  Thou  art  judg'd  the  Child  of 
Ignorance,  Phrenzy,  Madnefs,  and  grofieft 
Fooliihnefs,  the  Friend  of  Publicans  and 
Sinners  ;  fo  thought,  and  thus  upbraided  *,  but 
Truly  prov'd  in  Holinefs  the  fame,  by 
All  who  feel  Redemption  in  thy  Blood.     Once 
Number'd  with  TranfgrefTors,  now  the  fame;  fince 
Whofo  in  thy  Name,  and  Gofpel  of  thy 
Wounds,  can  work  a  Miracle,  fhally?/// be 
Branded  with  diabolic  Characters  ; 
Whilft  their  Infirmities,  and  ev'ry  Slip 
Shall  be  remember'd,  and  fully  charg'd  in 
Blackeft  and  moft  aggravating  Light,  and 
Circumftances  on  them  ;  which  ever  had 
Forgotten  been,  had  they  been  falfe  to  thee. 

Forerunner !  Pilgrim  !  in  unknown  Sorrow 
Plung'd,  in  Spirit  pregnant,  with  Horror,  Pain, 
Strange  Torture,  deep  Amazement,  Agony, 
And  undifTembled  Woe.     Grape,  fully  ripe, 

In 


C    u    ] 

In  Wine-prefs  trod,  by  greatefl  Ficrcenefs  of 
Almighty  Wrath,  whilfl  River-dreams  fill  up 
The  Fountain,  inexhaudible,  with  Wine, 
The  richeft,  to  quench  the  Third,  ana  cheer,  with 
Infinite  and  ever  new  Delight,  the 
Innumerable  Millions,  with  a  full 
Fruition  bled  in  the  Kingdom  of  the 
Father.     Hail,  friendlefs  Man  !  by  one  betray'd, 
Of  all  forfaken  ;  offended  at  the 
Scandal  of  thy  Sorrow,  Dejection ,  Blood, 
And  Pain  :  Dragg'd  like  a  Ruffian  old  in  Guilt, 
Harden'd  in  Murders,  dain'd  with  Princes  Blood  ; 
Who,  having  quench'd  each  Spark  of  Virtue,  true 
Humanity,  from  Fellowfhip  of  Men 
Retires  to  fome  dreary  Wildernefs,  where, 
In  a  horrid  Cave,  he  makes  his  Den,  and, 
Like  a  curfed  Ped,  breathes  nought  but  brutal, 
Diabolic  Fogs,  poifoning  a  ruin'd 
Land  ;  'till  the  whole  Nation,  as  one  Man,  arm'd 
With  Swords  and  Staves,  arife  to  feek  the  foul. 
The  horrid  Monfter,  with  utmofl  Rage  and 
Resolution  to  fpill  his  Blood,  and  crufh 
His  hated  Life,  left,  with  his  curfed  Breath, 
He  lay  the  Nation  wafte  :  Juft  fo  they  thought, 
And  thus  they  treated  the  dear  Man  I  love. 
True  Emblem  of  my  State  by  him  affum'd, 

When  He  became  a  hated  Curfe  for  me. 

Hail  Galilean  !  patient  in  Troubles, 
Robb'd  of  thy  comely  Beard,  the  pious  Mark 
Of  Fatherhood  and  Gravity  :  Marr'd  more 
Thy  facred  Face  than  any  Man's  ;  bruis'd,  fwol'n, 
Bloody,  by  Hands  of  Sinners  buffeted 

And 


C    25    ] 

And  mangled ;  whilft,  blindfold,  they  thy  Godhead 
Mock,  as  tho'  thou  kneweft  not  who  fmote  thee  ; 
Deriding  thee  in  ev'ry  Office,  Name, 
And  facred  Character,  wherein  thou  art 
For-ever  lovely  to  thy  Bride.     Under 
Thy  Shadow,  with  Delight  unfpeakable, 
Pleas'd  with  the  Sweetnefs  of  thy  Fruit,  I  fit 
And  fmg,  O  thou  bleeding  Vine  !  whofe  Father 
Was  the  Hufbandman  :  Careful  Lover  of 
The  Branches  ;  nor  fparing  Pains,  nor  Coil,  to 
Purge  away  each  Matter,  which,  fuperfl'ous 
Hinder'd  their  Profperity.     In  Hope  and 
Expectation,  which  none  could  fruftrate,  He 
Sow'd  the  precious  Seed  in  many  long  and 
BloodyFurrows;whenPloughersplough'd  thy  pure 
And  holy  Flefh  (as  fallow  Ground  manur'd 
And  drefs'd)  with  Whips  and  Scourges,  and  other 
Devices  manifold,  by  Earth  and  Hell 
Invented  ;  who,  in  this  Work,  were  Slaves  to 
Pow'r  omnipotent,  that  the  Root  of  all 
The  holy  Seed  might  be  deep  in  thy  bleft 
Wounds,  water'd  with  many  a  Shower  of  Blood, 
And  Sweat,  and  Tears, '  until  fo  firmly  fix'd 
And  rooted,  that  neither  Drought,  nor  bluft'ring 
Winds,  nor  fcorching  Sun,  could  fpoil  their 

Growth,  nor 
Marr  their  Fruitfulnefs.     Bleft  Inclofure,  well 
Secur'd,  where  ev'ry  Grain  that's  fown  mall 
Rife  ;  whilft  the  deep  Valley  of  thy  bloody 
Death,  fill'd  with  a  glorious  Crop,  mail  fing  for 
Joy,  and  bring  its  plenteous  Harvefl  to  the 
Eternal  Garner.     This  to  fecure,  Thou 

Art 


[     26    ] 

Art  content  to  be  infidted,  crown' d  with 
A  thorny  Crown,  in  Purple  drefs'd  ;  as  an 
Ambitious  Man,  whofe  Want  of  Right  to  reign, 
Ignorance,  Poverty,  and  Qualities 
Far  viler,  render  him  mean,  juftly  the 
Hatred,  Scorn,  Derifion,  Sport  of  ev'ry 
Man,  when  drunken  with  Ambition,  he  aims 
At  Crown  and  Sceptre,  claiming  Government. 
More  yet  unlike  a  King,  when,  leading  to 
Thy  Throne,  thou  faint'ft  with  Lofs  of  Blood, 

beneath 
The  Burden  of  a  curfed  Tree  :  The  King 
Of  Heaven  faints  !  and,  as  a  Mortal,  finks 
When  overburden'd,  feebly  to  the  Ground  ! 

High  in  the  Kingdom  of  thy  Cr'ofs,  enthron'd 
Upon  the  Top  of  groaning  Calvary, 
The  Annals  of  Eternity  record 
The  great,  uncommon  Day,  when  Judgment  was 
From  Thee  remov'd,  and  Humiliation 
Deeply  graven  on  thy  bleeding  Brow.     Thy 
Face  fo  marr'd,  unknown  to  Men  or  Angels 
Then,  none  durft  declare  thy  Generation, 
Or  once  conceive  or  think  of  thy  Godhead 
And  Eternity  :  Thy  Friends  belov'd,  and 
Loving  thee,  were  not  excepted,  fmce  they 
Were  ftagger'd  at  thy  fhameful  Death  ;  reafoning, 
A  Man,  a  mortal  Man,  with  Wounds  and  Blood, 
And  Sweat,  and  Bruifes,  Shame  and  Spittle,  in 
Cruel  Ignominy  cover'd.     But  thy 
Great  Father,  none  thy  Godhead  knew  in  this 
Thy  Depth  of  Mifery  -9  and  fuch,  to  whom 

He 


[     *7     ] 

He  did,  and  will,  in  Love  reveal  thee  :  As 
Then  unto  a  Thief,  in  Jaws  of  Death,  and 
Others  fmce,  and  at  length  to  me,  a  poor 
Unworthy  Worm.     With  inward  Joy,  and  with 
A  deeply  broken  Heart  once  flung  by  Sin, 
The  fiery  Serpent,  I  look,  and  clearly 
View  thee  made  a  fhameful  Curfe,  naked  in 
Blood,  between  the  Heavens  and  the  Earth,  as 
Fit  for  neither  :  Angels  with  Wonder  gaze, 
Pry  deep,  and,  as  with  great  Impatience 
Wait  the  End  and  Event  of  this  profound, 
Inexplicable,  deep  and  bloody  Hour. 
Notfo  the  Sons  of  Darknefs,  and  of  Earth  ; 
From  whom  all  Companion  was  withdrawn,  and 
Pity  fled  away :  Each  Head  in  Mock'ry 
Wags  ;  each  Tongue  reviles  and  taunts,  whilft 

not  a 
Publick  Tear  is  dropt  for  him,  nor  dare  one 
Say  he's  innocent.     Mean -while  hcjighs,  and 
Weeps,  and  groans,  and  bleeds  from  ev'ry  Wound, 

and 
Cries  with  bitter  Cry,  My  God!  my  God!  Whilfl 
Thrilling  Horror  fearches  ev'ry  Thought  and 
Deep  Recefs,  with  each  Reflection  of  his 
Burden'd  Soul.     Thro'  ev'ry  gaping  Wound,  and 
Bruifed  Part,  Mortality  creeps  in  :  The 
Pangs  of  Death  come  on,  his  Heart-firings  break. 

He 
Cries  again,  'Tis  Jinijh'  d :  Glorious  Sound  ;  then 
Voluntary  bows  his  Head  and  dies.     Now 
Univerfal  Nature  fighs  !  Convuls'd,  it 

Groans 


C     28     ] 

Groans  in  dreadful  Pangs,  threat'ning  Rebel  Man 
With  Dillblution  and  a  general  Wreck. 

Creation  mourns  !  The  Sun  in  Darknefs  cloath'd, 
Makes  general  Proclamation  that  Light,  firft 
Of  the  Creatures,  refufing  now  to  fill 
Its  Orb,  had  taken  Flight,  myflerious  and 
Supernatural !  back  to  its  Fountain, 
Where  it  was  gather'd,  ere  the  Sun  was  made, 
Or  yet  the  Moon,  or  Stars  ;  as  dreading  to 
Expofe  in  Blood,  and  fhameful  Form,  Him 
Who  its  Fountain  and  Supply  eternal 
Was.     Rends,  of  its  own  Accord,  the  Temple 
Vail,  fo  long  a  Type  of  Incarnation, 
Surrounding  in  Concealment,  Myfleries 
Sacred,  hidden  Glories  from  ev'ry  Eye  : 
Entrance  deny'd  to  all,  but  the  High  Prieft 
Excepted,  ordain'd  to  offer  Sacrifice, 
And  he  with  Blood  to  enter  :  But  now  the 
Price  is  paid  ;  it  points  to  all  the  living 
Way,  open  to  deepeft  Holinefs,  and 
Bids  with  Boldnefs  to  approach  to  God  through 
His  own  mangled  Flefh.    Trembles  the  Earth,  and 
Quakes  as  tho'  Annihilation,  Lofs  of 
Form  and  Matter  was  at  Hand  ;  and  the  old 
Reign  of  Chaos  would  again  commence  :  Such 
Was  its  Fright  at  the  Creator's  Death  ;  whilfl 
Drinking  up  his  Blood,  flrong  Phyfick,  working 
Infinite,  mov'd  and  convuls'd  its  Bowels  : 
It  daggers,  reels,  and,  with  uncommon  Pain, 
Cafts  forth  the  Curfe  once  fwallow'd :  "Thus 
purg'd,  it 

Now 


[     29     ] 

Now  becomes  new  Earth  to  all  the  royal 
Seed  :  prefenting  them  with  a  new  State  of 
Things.     With  horrid  Cracks  and  Craftings 

burfts  the 
Rocks ;  whether  the  Marble,  Adamant,  or 
Flint,  when  fmitten  was  the  Rock  of  Ages 
On  which  Jehovah  flood  :  Thus  broken  by 
His  Pain,  howe'er  impenetrable,  flrong, 
Baffles  the  Labour,  Strength,   and  Skill  of  Man. 
Jujifo  the  flony  Heart,  that  Adamant, 
Baffling  the  Labour,  Skill,  Defire  of  Man, 
Refuhng  to  receive  the  leaf!  Imprefs 
Of  Good,  by  any  Means  he  can  devife, 
Or  Implements  prepar'd  by  him  j  But  breaks, 
Diffolves,    becomes  a  fpringing  Well,  where  e'er 
His  bloody  Death  in  Spirit's  Power  comes. 
All  hail,  thou  wounded,  pale,  bleeding, 

bruis'd  and 
Breathlefs  Corps  :  In  thee  the  Sign  of  the  Son 
Of  Man  appears,  where  Blood  and  Water  flow'd 
From  thy  pierc'd  Heart!  Was  ever  Love  like  thine f 
Tho'  once  aftam/d  to  own,  I  now  believe, 
And  now  confefs  with  all  my  Heart ;  whilfl  not 
A  Doubt  remains,  thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God, 
The  Father  of  Eternity :  To  Thee 
I  bow,  and  Thee  I  worftip,  only  Thee, 
Since  all  the  Fulnefs  of  the  Godhead  dwells 
Bodily  in  Thee.  .  O  Love,  Delight,  and 
Joy  unfathom'd  !  now  Pm  convinc'd,  I  tajie, 
I  feel  that  God  is  Love.     Thy  Birth,  thy  Griefs^ 
Thy  Poverty,  thy  Scandal,  Scorn,  Contempt, 
Accurfed  Death,  and  ftameful  bloody  Toil, 

E  Arifmg 


0 


[     30     ] 

Arifing  to  my  View,  proclaims  the  God 
Of  Love  ;   with  Power  irrefijliblc, 
Conquer'd  my  Heart,  feiz'd  all  my  Soul 
With  Wonder,  Peace,  triumphant  Love,  more  than 
What  Angels  know  I  feel.     The  mighty  Work 
Is  done,  I'm  fov'd,  and  Sin' s  forgiven  :  Quite 
Blotted  out,  deftrofd  and  drown* d,  for-ever 
Drown* d,  in  the  devouring  Ocean  of  my 
Saviour'j  Blood.     Nor  want  I  other  Proof,  or 
Evidence  of  Love,  the  unchanging  Love 
Of  God  to  me,  but  what's  on  Calv'ry's  Mount 
Exhibited  ;  where  open  to  my  View,  in 
Likenefs  of  a  hated  Mortal,  finful, 
Dying  Man,  hangs  Alpha  and  Omega  ;  He 
Whofe  Name  and  Nature  only,  comprehends 
Eternity.     Each  pearly  Tear,  each  Drop 
Of  Sweat,  and  falling  Clod  of  Blood,  pregnant 
With  Godhead's  Fulnefs,  I  behold  :  Whilft  each 
Tormenting  Pain,  deep  Sigh,  Heart  Groan,  loud 

Call, 
And  bitter  Cry,  preaches  Divinity 
In  Blood  to  me  :  And  burfts  the  Fountain  of 
The  mighty  Deep,  where  the  eternal  Springs 
And  boundlefs  Ocean  ;  the  Love  of  God  to 
Man  lay  fecreted,   conceal'd,  and  in  great 
Meafure  hid  from  Man,  tho9  thus  belov'd,   till 
Now  :  When  fecond  Deluge  flows,  not  fuch  as 
At  the  firft,  that  Water  only,  this  Blood 
And  Water  both  a  richer  Flood  compos'd. 
That  Evidence  of  Wrath,  this  of  the  Love 
Of  God  unto  a  finful  World,  that  of 
Dejiruclion,  this  Life  eternal  to  all 

°* 


C    3i    3 

On  whom  it  flows  ;  caught  in  this  Deluge,  I 
Am  not  deftroy'd,  but  feel  the  Springs  of  Life^ 
And  tho'  a  Sinner,  mofl  unworthy  of 
All  the  Sons  that  fell,  I  feel  this  Flood's  my 
Element,  I'm  bleft,  I'm  happy,  whilft  here 
I  nothing  want,  I  drink,  I  plunge,  I  wajh, 
And  fwim  with  PleaXure  infinite,  and  Joys 
Unknown,  home  to  the  facred  Harbour  which 
Jefus  has  prepar'd  :  And  where  my  Soul  with 
Spirits,  now  in  perfect  Reft,  would  triumph. 

From  all  thy  humbled  Steps,  incarnate  Love, 
I  learn  true  Contentment :  And  that  in  State 
Of  every  Kind,  whilft  paffing  this  dreary 
Wildernefs.     When  funk  in  deepefl  Wants  and 
Poverty,  in  Mind,  or  in  Eft  ate,  I 
Track  thee  there  ;  beyond  me  ftill.    When  hated, 
Friendlefs,  and  dejpis'd,  thy  Footfteps  ftill  I 
See.     When  Jlander* d  and  reproached,  I  find  thou 
Haft  been  there,  thy  Marks  are  left  behind.  When 
Weary,  hungry,  ihirfty,  fick,  afflicled, 
Grieved,  I've  ftill  fufficient  Proof  thou  haft  been 
Try'd  with  all.     When  tempted  there  I  fee  thee 
In  every  Point  like  me.     When  I  converfe 
With  Death,  and  truly  weigh  each  Circumftance, 
Gloomy  and  dreadful  to  a  carnal  Mind, 
I  fee  thee  there,  in  all  its  deepeft  Tangs, 
Left  a  reluctant  Thought  fhould  grudge  the  Sight, 
Ghaftly,  I  view  thee  there,  in  Grave-cloaths,  pale 
And  lifelefs,  ftretch'd  in  the  Sepulchre.     Hail! 
Fountain  of  all  Blelfednefs,  with  thee,  I 
Welcome  every  State,  fweet  Poverty,  no 

More 


[    3^     ] 

More  a  Bugbear  to  affright  my  Heart,  fince 
God,  my  God,  has  poorer  been  than  I :  And 
Has  hereby,  unto  the  Bottom,  fapp'd  that 
State,  yea  ev'ry  State,  of  all  the  Curfe  that 
Was  therein,  for  me,  and  other  Sinners 
Loft,  when  they  mail  feel  him  theirs.      Hail 

glorious 
Slander,  Lack  of  Friends,  and  Scorn,  Contempt, 

and 
Hatred,  Envy,  Hunger,  Third,  and  Sicknefs, 
With  every  Change  and  Chance  of  mortal  Life ; 
And  laftly  Death  ;  no  more  you  me  affright, 
Since  He,  who  waded  through  the  Depth  of  all, 
And  ftill  bears  me  Company  through  all,  that 
Man,  fo  deep  experienc'd,  is  over  all 
Bleffed  for-ever  ;   God,  my  God :  Nor  fhall 
I  ever  fuller  Lofs,  for  God  is  Love. 

Dear   wounded  Body,  where  my  Name,  as  in 
A  holy  Regifter,  is  kept  fecure  ; 
Where  the  true  Leaven  of  my  Nature  is, 
That  dear  Body,  leavens  the  whole  Lump  ;  which 
Makes  me  Temple  Shewbread,  holy  before 
The  Lord.     'Tis  there  his  Heaven  is  fully 
Reconcil'd  to  my   benighted  Earth,  fix'd 
There,  the   Sun    of  Righteoufnefs  mines  in  its 
High    Meridian,  in  all  its  glorious, 
Deep,  divine,  illuftrious    Rays,  in  the 
Apparent  Horizon  of  his   dear 
Mangled  Body  :  'Tis  here  the   brighter  lov'd, 
And  long'd  forDay-fpring  from  on  high,  makes  us 
The  friendly  Vifit.     Deep  Counfels,  awful 

Thoughts, 


t    33   ] 

Thoughts,  Wifdom  profound,  when  the  amazing 
Plan  was  laid,  where  I  am  rais'd,  efpous'd,  and 
Now  become  one  Flefh  with  God  the  Word.   No 
More  Hoftility,  nor  Sounds  of  War,  nor 
Strive  I  longer  my  vafl  Debts  to  pay,  or 
Prifon  Doors  to  buril.     Confent  I  now,  with 
Full  Content,  his  Blood  mail  pay  my  Debt,  and 
He  fhall  fave  the  Sinner  me.     Conquer'd,  and 
Delug'd,  drown'd  in  Love,  I- faint,  I  yield,  I 
Bow,  become  the  bleft  and  happy  Spoil  of 
His  tormenting  Smart.     Thus  having  gain'd  the 
Bloody  Field,  and  trod  the  Wine-Prefs,  painful, 
All  alone  ;  he  puts  his  Victories  on  :  I 
Am  the  Trophy  of  his  Might,  the  Ptobe  fo 
Stain'd  in  Blood,  the  Cloathing  of  the  eternal 
Word,  fubirantially  array'd  in  Flefh  and 
Blood,  and  Bone  :  In  Love  he  put  me  on  a 
Royal  Vefture,  the  adorning  of  the 
Princely  Lamb,  uncloath'd  he  will  be  never  : 
Once  dead,  and  hanging  naked  in  his  Blood, 
Eternally  minces,  and  gives  him 
Full  Commiflion  to  wear  the  Robe  fo  earn'd, 
As  the  Travel  of  his  Soul.     I  feel  my 
Memberfhip  in  his  illuflrious  Body, 
Even  of  the  holy  Fieih,  and  Blood,  and  Bone, 
In  him  conceal'd,  'till  from  the  bleeding  Side 
Of  that  dear  fecond  Adam,  when  ileeping, 
Was  the  lovely  Zion  taken,  true  Woman, 
Bled  Jerufalem,  that's  from  above,  the 
Mother  of  us  all.     Deep,  fearchlefs  Union, 
Between  Almightinefs  and  Man,  Womb  of 
The  Morning,  of  eternal  Day,  there  the 

Offspring 


C     34     ] 

Offspring  of  Light  begotten  were,  born  not 
Of  Blood,  paternal,  nor  of  the  Will  of  Flefh, 
Nor  Man,  but  of  the  Will  and  Love  of  God. 

From  this  divine  Conjunction  of  the  bled 
And  facred  Twain,  the  one  new  Man  doth  fpring  : 
Of  whom  I  am.     Great  Salem,  with  our  high 
And  holy  Temple's  there,  the  general 
Rendezvous  of  all  the  blood-bought  Throng, 
The  dear  and  flaughter'd  Body  of  the  Prince 
Of  Life  :  This  Temple  always  open  (lands, 
Where  ev'ry  Comer  may  Admittance  find, 
To  touch  the  Sceptre,  and  bafk  in  Smiles  of 
God,     Hail  favourite  Seed,  how  often  meet 
We  there,  amaz'd !  we  gaze,  and  walk,  and  talk, 
And  jointly  witnefs  we,  how  high,  how  deep, 
Our  Converfe  then  :  To  this  Society, 
Our  grand  fublimer  Conversation, 
Wife  Angels  liflen,  Saints  releas'd,  are  all 
Attention  :  Whilfl  from  the  Lips,  and  Spirits, 
Breath  of  us  poor  creeping  Worms,  the  Wifdom 
Manifold  they  learn  of  our  great  Lamb,  and 
God  :  We  praife  his  Name  with  Voice  united. 
There's  the  fmooth  Ocean  of  my  Peace,  Calm,  and 
Serene,  whilfl  not  a  bluftYing  Wind,  nor  yet 
A  curling  Wave,  rifing,  diflurbs  the  wide 
And  pleafing  Surface.     Here's  my  delightful 
Element,  this  Ocean   Peace  is  mine,  yea 
All   the  Fulnefs   of  that  Peace,  which  always 
Does  fubfifl  between  my   Nature,  and  his 
Own  Divinity :    Thus  making  one  of 
Both,  is  he  become   my  Peace  -7  in  him  is 

All 


C    35   3 

All  my  Life,  my  Strength,  my  Joy,  my  Pleafure, 
And  my  Purity,  effentially  in 
That  dear  Man  -T  who,  taken  into  God,  the 
Judge   of  all,  preferves   me,  Soul  and  Body, 
In   his  own  dear  Blood  and   Fleih,  unto  Life 
Eternal.      His  Body  falts   my  Nature, 
Preferves  me  without  Stench,  and  always  gives 
Each   myftic   Member,  a  delightful,  fweet, 
Endearing   Flavour,  in  the   divine,  deep 
Scented  Noftrils  of  the  eternal  Mind. 


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[    36    ] 


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BOOK    nr. 

0/*  ffo  Refurreclion  of  Christ,  and  of  the  Be- 
liever's Exaltation  with  him,  and  of  his  Life, 
Safety,  and  Rejoicing  in  him. 

AIL,  rifen  Saviour,  Conqueror  divine, 
Of  Death,  the  Grave,  and    Hell,  and  him 
that  had 
The  Pow'r  of  Death,  Satan,  Prince  of  Darknefs. 
Thy  Refurreclion,  full  Acquittance  ;  Proof 
Indifputable,  of  thy   Difcharge  :  In 
Spirit's  Power,  and   ftricleft  Rules,  of  thine 
Own   Juflice  juflifed:    From  all  thy  Bride's 
Infirmity,  her  Guilt   and  Shame  upon 
Thee  charg'd  :   Thro'    Satisfaction  rendered,  and 
Righteoufnefs  brought  in.    My  Debt  was  thine,  and 
Thy  juft  Difcharge  is  mine,  thy  Conquefts  mine, 
Thy  Righteoufnefs   and   Purity,,  in   which 
Eternally  thou'rt  perfect,  my  Perfection. 
Member  of  Flefh  and  Bone,  of  the  Body 
Of  my  Lord,  I  feel  I  am  :  Therefore,  in 
Him,  and  with  him,  evermore  accepted. 
As  He,  Jim  /  receiv'd  in  Glory,  the 
Kingdom  of  the  Father,  where  Truth  and  Love, 
Unerring  Juflice,  fpotlefs  Purity, 
Eternal  reigns.     Welcom'd  by  all  am  I, 

Nor 


\ 


C    37    3 

Nor  can  the  ftricteft  Scrutiny   difcern, 

In  me,  as  found   in  Him,  one  Wrinkle-Spot, 

Defilement,  nor  the  leaft  Imperfection. 

Hail,  everlafting  Love,  quick'ned  and  rais'd 
With  Thee,  now  enter'd  into  Reft.     Thy  Work 
Is  done,  mine   is  for  ever  finifh'd :  Since  I, 
WithT/fotf,  at  God's  right  Hand,  and  on  the  Throne, 
Am  now  fat  down   for-ever  with  thee  to 
Behold  thy    Glory.     With  thee   in  Triumph 
Crown'd.     In  thee,  omnipotent,  greatly  more 
Than   Conqueror  o'er  every   fpiteful  Foe  : 
Their  envious  Rage  I  fcorn,  nor  can  I  fear  ; 
Aflur'd   in  Joy  triumphant,  thy  fteadfaft, 
Friendly  Hand  the  Sceptre  fways,  all  Pow'r  to 
Thee  is   given,  as   the    Reward  of  all 
Thy  bloody  Toil  and  unknown  Sorrow  ;  but 
More  to    exercife  it  on  Behalf  of 
Man  :  Heaven's  Fav'rite,    deeply  lov'd,  that  he 
In   his  Approach  to  God,  might  not  at  Fire 
Confuming,  in   abfolute  Perfection, 
Be  affrighted ;  fuch    as   in   Majefty, 
Moil  dreadful  and  tremendous   did  appear, 
When  Mofes,  Man  of   God,  faithful  in  all 
His  Houfe,  was  not  exempt  from  Dread,  but  mofl 
Exceedingly  did  fear  and  quake.     Ifrael's 
Rebellious  Armies  felt  their  Strength  exhauft, 
The  Girdle  of  their  Manhood   loofe,  and  awful 
Fear  and  Trembling  feize  each  Pow'r  of  Bodys 
And   of  Mind :  With  all  the  Potency  of 
Pray'r,  mod  humbly  they  entreat,  that 
They  no  more  might  hear  the  Words,  fo  hard  to 

F  Be 


[     38     J 

Be  endur'd  ;  left  thefirji  Repetition 

Unman  them,  marr  their  Reafon,  and  the  next 

Annihilate  their  Form,  and  their  Being. 

I  hear  thofc  Sounds  no  more,  no  more  fhall  the} 

Affright  my  Heart,  nor  fhall  the  Spirit  of 

Fear,  gend'ring  to  Bondage,  reign  over  me 

Again  :  Since  I,  on  Zion's  Mount,  can  hear 

The  Voice  of  Blood,  behold  the  wounded 

Form,  and  worfhip  him  in  Spirit's  Light  and 

Pow'r,  in  Fafhion  as  a  Map:  As  fuch,  he 

Now  reveals  himfelf  to  Man,  to  me  ;  where, 

As  a  Hujband,  Brother,  Friend,  (facred  thefe 

Characters,  and  not  by  him  difdain'd)  he 

Deals  with  me,  in  all  the  Fulnefs  of  his 

Pity,  Love  and  Tendernefs.     He  weeps  with  me, 

With  me  hejighs,  whilft  his  dear  friendly  Heart 

Beats  Throb  for  Throb  with  mine.     With  infinite 

Delight  he  loves,  rejoicing  over  me 

With  Singing  :  My  Heart  the  Joy  before  him 

Set,  when  he  the  Shame  defpifed,  and  Curfe  and 

Crofs  endur'd.     This  Man  fo  near  related, 

So  tender,  pitiful  and  kind  to  me, 

Is  God ;  whofe  Name  and  Nature's  Love  in  all 

His  Ways  with  me.     Thus  wanting  neither  Will9 

Nor  Pow'r  to  make  and  keep  me  bleft,  I  fhall 

Not  be  unhappy  ;   God  is  only  Love. 

Hail,  thou  dear,  exalted,  highly,  glorious 
Man  :  In  thee,  now  rais'd,  infinitely  and 
Inconceivably  beyond  what  in  my 
Firft  Creation  I  was  made :  Then  lower 
Than  the  loweft  of  all  the  Angel-hofts 

And 


C     39    ] 

And  Orders,  but  now  above  them  ;  fince  he, 
Who  pafs'd  angelic  Nature  by,  difdain'd 
Not  Abraham's  Seed,  but  took  me  on  him ;  was 
Born  in  me  an  Infant,  and  in  me  liv'd, 
And  died,  and  rofe  again,  and  wears  me  to 
Eternity  :  Whilft  Proclamation  then 
Was  made  thro'  all  Eternities  and  Space, 
That  Angel-tribes,  of  Orders  infinite  and 
Various,  howe'er  diftinguifh'd,  mould  worfhip 
The  firfl-begotten  Son.     Hail  Prince  of  Life, 
Becaufe  thou  liv'ft,  I  live,  dear  Man,  with  thee : 
With  thee  my  Life  is  hid  in  God.     My  Lord, 
Thy  Life  is  my  Security  and  Pledge 
Of  endlefs  Blifs :   Thy  Life  my  Anchor-hold, 
That's  now  within  the  Veil,  where  fteadfaft  Faith, 
And  Hope  endures  ev'ry  Storm,  nor  can  the 
Hurricanes  of  Hell,  Earth,  or  an  evil 
Heart,  blaft  thy  Defigns,  make  Shipwreck  of  my 
Faith,  or  drown  me  in  Defpair.     He  lives,  his 
Conquefts,  Triumphs,  Acceptance,  Righteoufnefs, 
Perpetual  Purity,  unchanging  Peace 
And  Joy,  is  mine,  in  all  its  Fulnefs.     Thou 
Liv'ft  for  me,  I  live  in  Thee  ;  Joint  Heir,  thou 
Giv'ft  me  equal  Claim  with  Thee,  to  all  the 
Blemngs  of  thy  Griefs,  thy  bloody  Toil,  and 
Shameful  Death,  thy  now  triumphant  Life, 
That  perfect  Reft,  where  Thou  art  enter'd :  In 
Thee  I  am  complete.     Vain  Man  denies  the 
Safety  of  thy  Bride,  makes  void  thy  Word,  and 
Oath,  difputes  thy  Life,  and  reafons  thee  to 
Hell  with  Arguments  :  Their  Wit  fuggefts,  in 
Prudence,  this  the  fafeft  Way  to  guard  the 

Man 


C   40   3 

Man  poflefling  Chrijl,  againft  licentious 
Thoughts,  and  Words,  and  Works.     To  flop 

one  Current, 
They  oppofe  another,  and  fain  would  Sin 
Deftroy,  by  Sin  more  damning  :  Far  viler 
In  the  Sight  of  God,  tho'  not  fo  deem'd  by 
Man,  even  Unbelief  and  Perfidy. 

Thy  Name,  Immanuel,  points  my  Safety  out  ; 
God  with  me,  and  I  with  thee,  united 
In  thy  Humanity.     Whilft  thou  art  God 
And  Man,  and  yet  one  Chrijl,  I  fhall  be  fafe. 
The  Union  of  thy  Natures,  in  one,  and 
Only  one  unchanging  Name  and  Perfon, 
Eternally  preferves  me:  That  Union 
Is  my  Life  :  If  that  cannot  diffolve,  then 
Am  /  fafe  :  For  that's  the  Ground  of  all  my 
Faith  and  Hope,  and  that  fhall  laft  when  Sun  and 
Moon  fhall  fail,  e'en  as  the  Days  of  Heaven^ 
And  Date  of  God  himfelf  fhall  this  remain. 
Now  I  behold  my  whole  Humanity 
Is  fav'd,  my  Spirit's  now  in  Blifs,  my  Flefh 
Shall  reft  in  Hope,  for  ev'ry  Atom's  fav'd, 
Purchas'd,  to  God  united  in  the  Flefh 
Of  Jefus  :  By  which  Means  it  fhall  rife  at 
The  Refurre&ion  of  the  Jujl,  a  pure 
And  glorious  Body,  free  from  all  Pain,  and 
Each  Infirmity.     Hail  prefent  Fountain 
Of  my  Joy,  and  certain  Evidence  of 
Future  Blifs,  I  bow  the  Knee  to  Thee,  and 
Honour  evermore  thy  great,  thy  f acred 
Name.     Immortal  Blefiings  and  Renown,  my 

Deareft 


C    41    3 

Dear  eft  Lord,  await  thee  !  may  all  my  Soul 
Be  Love,  and  all  my  Pow'rs  confpire  to  thank 
Thee,  O  my  God  :  Whilft  thou  wilt  not  refufe 
To  hear  my  Voice,  nor  to  accept  my  juft, 
Tho'  artlefs  Praife.     Now  I,  dear  Man,  am  thine, 
Soul,  Body,  Spirit,  all  is  thine,  in  thee 
Redeem'd,  in  thee  preferv'd,  and  calPd.  Now,  by 
My  Heart's  Confent,  I  am  thine,  no  more 
Afraid,  neither  afham'd,  to  own  I  am 
Thy  Spoufe,  and  thou  my  deareft  Bridegroom. 
Contented  with  thee,  with  thee  am  fully 
Satisfied,  no  Sounds  of  War,  nor  golden 
Bait,  nor  Praife  of  Man,  nor  Rumour,  {hall  fright. 
Nor  tempt  me  thence.     Fix'd  in  this  Point,  I  feel 
My  Heart,  to  pour  Contempt  on  all  but  my 
Jefus  crucified  :  For  this,  let  Hatred, 
Scandal,  and  Rage  of  Men  purfue  me,  I'll 
Calmly  fmile,  and  honeftly  protejl,  if 
In  my  Flefh,  Angelic  Purity  I 
Had,  Pd  facrifice  it  to  his  Blood,  nor 
Would  I  know  my  Soul :  Nor  is  my  Heart 
In  this  deceiv'd,  witnefs  the  God  of  Truth, 
Of  Peace,  of  Love,  and  Heaven  within.     Hail 
Bridegroom,  lovely  Bridegroom,  thou  art  and  fhall 
Be  all  my  Theme,  my  Song,  and  my  Delight, 

My  leaping  Heart  rejoices,  exulting 
In  thy  Name,  perfuaded,  when  thou  dofl  in 
Fulleft  Glory  come,  to  own  thy  Bride,  and 
Confummate  her  Joys,  /  fhall  be  with  thee, 
And  then  be  as  thou  art.     With  thee,  my  God 
And  Lamb,  thro5  all  Eternities  I'll  foar, 

Im 


[     42     j 

In  Heights  and  Depths  of  Fountain-love:  And  glow 
In  Father,  Word,  and  Spirit,  one  God,  one 
Saviour,   unchangeable,  eternal   and 
Supreme.     'Till   then,  dear  Bridegroom,  keep 

me  near 
Thy  Heart,  immerg'd  in    Love's  eternal  Sea. 
Help  me  to  keep   high  Holiday  with  thee  \ 
Now  enter'd    into  Reft.     Let  the  Day  of 
Thy  Efpoufals,  in  full    Meridian,   for 
Ever  mine  on  me  ;  let    this  the    lovely 
Day  of  the  Gladnefs  of  my  Heart,  which  thy 
Dear  Blood   hath  purchafed,   eternal  be. 

O  Wifdom,  Love,    and    Power  infinite  ! 
Difplay'd  in  Mercy's  Beams  to  me  ;  where  all 
Thy  Attributes,  my  God,  in  xhtfweeteji 
Harmony,    and   full   Perfection,  join  to 
Blefs  my  Mind  with  Peace,  and  endlefs  Life,    and 
To  pronounce    me  fair,  without  a   Spot.     What 
Wifdom,  but  thine  own,  could  drawthe  wond'rous 
Flan,  or  form  this  well-concerted  Scheme  f  What 
Love  but  thine,  could  ftoop  to  fave    a  Worm,  an 
Enemy,  by  taking  Likenefs  of  what 
Thy  Soul  abhorr'd,  and  fhedding  Blood  to  Death 
For  fuch,  who  were  in  Heart  and  Praclice,    moll 
Oppofite  to  thee  !  What  Pow'r  but  thine,  my 
Lord,  my   God,  could  from  the  Mighty  take  the 
Prey,    and  ranfom  lawful" Captives  :  Dying 
Conquer  Death  and    Hell,  and  fet  the  Prifoners 
Free  !  O  Depth   amazing  !  Space  infinite  ! 
Fountain  of  Wifdom  !  all  thine  own  :  Drowning* 
Each  finite  Thought  in  the  wide  Ocean  of 

Eter- 


C     43     ] 

Eternity.     Thy   Will   the  only  Guide, 

And   Counsellor,  of  all  thy  Purpofes    '. 

And  deep  Defigns.  Thy  Love,  the  great  and  plain 

Expofitor  of  thy  eternal  Mind. 

That  furPring  Love,  on  Calvary's   Hill,  in 

Blood,  and  Sweat,  and  dying  Pangs,    unfolding 

Dark   Decrees,  and  hidden  Myfieries  ;  how 

Thou  haft  lov'd  with  everlafting  Love  this 

Soul   of  mine,  in  all  the  Fulnefs  of  that 

L01??,  wherewith  thou  lov'ft  that  Man,  who  is  thy 

Fellow,     O  !  boundlefs  Grace,  was  ever  Love 

Like  Thine  f  Awake  my  Soul,  with  all  thy  Pow'rs, 

To  confecrate  the  Name,  and  fing  the  Praifie, 

The  endlefs  Praife,  of  thy  great  God  of  Love. 

Clear  up  my  Underftanding,  ope  thine  Eyes, 
Piercing  thro'    every  Shade,  each  Gloom  difpel, 

and 
Gather  thy    moll   beautiful   Ideas,  thy 
Scatter'd  Thoughts  collecl,  and  fix  them  fteadfaft 
On  that  Man,  who  dy'd  on  Cah'ry's   Hill : 
To  know  him  crucified  :  And  thus  prepare 
The  Way  to  Praife,  and  Glory  in  his  Name, 
Confent  my  Will,  more  perfectly,   each  Day 
And  Hour,  to  bow  the  Knee,  become  his  Spoil, 
And  fing  his  Blood  :  Drowning  each  bafe  Defire 
There,  and  be    no  longer  mine,  but  his.     Thou 
Throne  of  God,  my  Confidence,  wafh'd,  and  made 

pure, 
Seat  of  the  holy  Lamb,  Tribunal  of 
His  Jufilice,  Purity,  and  Love,  to   me 
All  Love,  fince  I  have   nothing  merited, 

But 


[    44    J 

But  Hell :  But  in  the  Rules   of  flridefl  Truth, 
And  Juflice  thine,  fince  the  Atonement's  there  : 
Which  purges  it  from  ev'ry  Thought,  and  Work 
That's  dead,  and  always  teaches  Anfwers,  that's 
Pleafing  to  thy  Nature  :  The  facred  Praife 
Maintain.     Awake  my  Paffions,  with  Freenefs 
My  Affections,  roufe  and  burn,  with  fiercer 
Flame,  and  fiercer^?/// ;  tow'ring  on  flrongeft 
Pinion,  to    unmeafurable  Heights  of 
Love,  defir'd  Love,   to  that  dear  Man  your  Lord 
And  God,  in  Servant's   Form  :  Mount  from  the 

World, 
And  break  the  Creature's  Chain,  and  centre  with 
Eternal  Praife,  in  him,  fo  worthy  your 
Efleem.     Let  every  Senfe  of  mine  draw  near, 
And  join  to  praife  his  Name  :  My  Eyes  for  you 
Have  feen  the  Lord,  the  beauteous  King,  in  all 
His  bloody  Garments.     Mine  Ears,  for  you  have 
Heard  that  Sound  of  Blood,  than  Abel's  Blood  far 
Better,  his  Cries,  Complaints,  and  Groans,  were  not 
Unmark'd  by  you,  nor  when  in  Love  he  (hung 
Expiring)  preach'd  Redemption  finifh'd  :  To 
You  mod  joyful  Tidings.     My  Hands,  for  you 
Have  handled  Incarnation,  and  felt   the 
Word  of  Life.     My  Palate,  thou  haft  tailed 
Heavenly  Manna,  Bread  of  Life  thy  Food 
Perpetually,  I    charge  thee  relifh  nought 
Befides,  that  Flejh  and  Blood,  given  to  me, 
Spiritual  Suftenance.     My  No/lrils,  you 
Have  fmelt   the  {learning  Sacrifice,  reeking 
Iri  Blood,  upon  the  Altar  of  the  Crofs. 

To- 


C     45     ] 

Together  all  confpire,  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  evermore  adore  my  Lord,  my  God* 

My  Soul  with  inward  Heaven  and  Wonder 
Fill'd,  my  Body  quickned,  animated, 
By  the  Power  of  Love  ;  my  thrilling  Blood 
Soft   circulating,  through   Love's  Imprefs :    My 
Bone,  not  unaffected  with  the  powerful 
Force  :  All  the  whole    Man  redeem'd,  I  fummon 
All  to  praife  his  Name  :  Glory,  Honour,  Might, 
Majefty,  Power,  and  Dominion,  be, 
O  my  God,  my   Saviour,  evermore  to 
Thee  afcrib'd,     Zion  favoured    Bride,  yet  in   the 
Kingdom  of  the   Crofs,  and  Militant  on 
Earth,  aflift  my  feeble  Praifes.     Awake 
You  Sons  of  God,  and  Men,  and  praife  with  me. 
And  you  efpecially,  who,  once  with  me, 
Were  faithful  to  unrighteous  Mammon,  juft 
And  unwearied  in  our  Service,  to  our 
Lufls,  and  to  the  Prince  of  Darknefs.     But  now 
Redeemed  and  wajh'd,  and  having  much  forgiv'n, 
You  cannot  chufe  but  join  with  me  to  love, 
And  praife  the  Saviour  much.  And  you  who  are 
.  Call'd  the  better  Sort  of  Men,  as  having 
Ow'd  but  fifty  Pence,  if  that's  forgiv'n,   bear 
With  me:  Whilfl  feemingly  Pm  mad  with  Joy, 
And  only  talk  of  Jefus,  and  his  Blood. 
Think,  if  you  can,    that   Pm  belov'd,  and  then 
The  little   that  you  feel,  will  reafonably 
Efccufe  my  feeming  Phrenfy,  and  my  Song 
Of  Praife  to  Chrift  the  flaughter'd  Lamb  :   How* 
e'er 

G  Diforderly. 


C    46    ] 

Diforderly.     Nor  will  you  then  refufc 
To  bear  a  Part  with  me,  where  orderly , 
I  pofhbly  may  touch  the  pleafing  String. 

Angels,  diftinguifh'd  in    your  Names,  your 
Heights 
Of  Glory,  and  of  Power  ;  as  you  are  pleas'd 
To  fee  the  Prodigal  return,  and  fhout 
With  mighty  Joys,  when  Sinn ersfav'd  and  wq/h'd 
In  Jefus*  Blood,  advance  with  Songs  of  Praife  : 
Now  join  with  me,  fing  you  his  Godhead,  and 
Eternity,  Pll  fing  the  fame,  and  more: 
That  he  was  Man  for  me.     Sing  you  his  Power, 
Creating  Worlds  innumerable,  Pll 
Sing  the  Love  that  died  for  this,  and  me  a 
Worm  efpecially.     Sing  you  his  Glory 
And  univerfal  Monarchy  ;  thro'   all 
Eternities,  Pll  fmg   the  bleeding  King, 
The  Viclories  he  has   won,  and  how  his 
Love  has  conquer'd  this  my  flubborn  Heart.  Sing 
You  the  Favours  he  has  fhewn  to  you,  your 
Natures   excellent,  your  Station  high,  your 
Service  in  his  Prefence,  and  how   he  kept 
You,  when  fo   many  Miriads  fell.     Pll  fing 
His   Love,  that  pafs'd   your  Nature   by,  and  took 
My  Flem,  and  Blood,  and  wears  it  on  the  Throne: 
In   which  I  am  exalted,  rais'd,  a  Son, 
A  King,  and  Con  fort   of  my   Maker,  for 
Ever  in  his  Prefence,  on  his  Heart,  his 
Glory,  and  his  Diadem.     The    Love  that     f  • 
Finifh'd  my  Tranfgreflions,  made   me  pure,  and 
Evermore  preferves    me,  without  Spot,  or 

Stain, 


C    47     1 

Stain,  his  Joy   and  his  Rejoicing.     O  !  was 
Ever  Love  like  this  f  Triumphant  Zion, 
Join  with  me.     Once  Sons  of  Tribulation, 
Sav'd  by  the   worthy  Lamb,  your  Robes  now 

wafh'd, 
And  in  his  Blood  made  white,  the  Force  of  Love, 
Diftinguifhing,   forgiving,  perpetual, 
And  unchangeable,  you  know  ;  with  ever 
New  Delight,  I   hear  you  fing,  Worthy  the 
Lamb,  once  Jiain,  who  by  his  Blood  redeemed  us 
Unto  God.     Since  this  is  all  your  Theme,  with 
You,  my  ev'ry  Pow'r  mall  join,  and  fing  : 
For  ever  worthy  is  the  Lamb,  worthy  the  Lambs 
Worthy  the  holy  flaughter'd  Lamb  :  To  live 
And  reign  over  ev'ry    World   and  Creature, 
Let  all  the   Church  of  God,  above,  below, 
And  all  Things  elfe  that  breathe,  withw^,  confpire 
To   lift  his  facred  Praife,  'till  Time  fhall  die, 
And  an  eternal  State  commence.     Wonder- 
Smitten,  \fnik,  I  bow,  beneath  the  Weight 
Of  everlafling  Love,  thy  Love,  my  God  1 

Great  the  Salvation,  O  !  my  God,  which  Thou 
Haft  wrought :  For  Man,  for  me  rebellious  Worm. 
Beyond  Example,  great  thy  Love,  which  jirft 
Infpir'd,  and  feal'd  Inftru&ion  on  my  Mind  ; 
And  led  from  Shades  of  Night,  to  brighter  Day 
This  Soul  of  mine  :  Where  firft  it  learn'd,  that  free 
And  full  Redemption,  thy  dear  Blood  contains, 
Remitting    each  Oifence.     Divinely  taught, 
For  Shelter,  to  thy  Wounds  with  Willingnefs 
I  fled  ;  as  Doves  purfu'd,  fly  fpeedily  from 

Vultures 


I  48  ] 

Vultures  Claws,  to  gaping  clefts  of  broken 
Rocks  their  fafe  Retreat.     The  great  Salvation 
I  accepted,  the  better  Part  I  chofe, 
Thro'  Love,  Almighty  Love's  Impulfe  ;  nor  elfe 
Had  I  been  fav'd,  but  loft  in  Unbelief 
And  Ignorance  ;  had  funk  to  endlefs  Depths 
Of  Ruin,  and  Perdition  :  Neglecting 
All  thy  Love  to  know,  or  feel  its  Power. 
Here  as  my  chiefeft  Good,  I  love,  with  Love 
Unfpeakable,  my  God  incarnate:  Who 
Loved  me  firft.     I  love  him  fo,  that  Lofs  of 
Friends,  and  Health,  and  Strength,  to  me  not 

grrevous. 
Nor  breaks  my  Peace.  Nor  henceforth  will  I  know 
With  Confidence,  no  Friend,  but  what  I  know 
In  him  ;  as  fellow  Member  of  his  FleJJ?, 
And  Bone,  where  Friendfliip,  founded  in  Unity 
Of  that  dear  Body,  knows  no  Change  1  Where  but 
One  Life,  one  Name,  and  Character  's  poflefs'd 
By  all :  Each  Member  equally  impreft 
With  the  other's  Grief,  or  Joy.     Whilft  Him  I 
Know,  I  want  not  Friends  ;  when  mojl  forfaken 
Mojl  embrae'd  ;  in  deepefl  Sicknefs  purejl 
Health  ;  7mdJlro?igeJl  when  with  Weaknefs  cloath'd. 
I  love  Thee  fo,  that  Scorn,  Contempt  and  Shame, 
For  thee  with  me  are  Trifles  :  They  gall  me 
Not,  nor  would  I  fly  the  Crofs,  nor  from  my 
Forehead  wipe  the  Scandal  of  thy  Bloody 
Death,  when  charged  on  me  as  Foolijhnefs 
Or  Blafphcmy.     I  hug  the  thorny  Crown, 
Of  wearing  it  ambitious,  the  higheft 
Honour,  I  would,  whilft  here,  afpire  unto. 

I  love 


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I  love  thee  fo,  that  none  of  all  thy  Works 

I  hate,  an  Enemy  to  none  am  I, 

All  Men  I  learn  to  love,  but  none  I  fear. 

Nor  can  Revenge  or  Malice  lodge  within 

My  breaft,  Forgivenefs  as  thou  hail  forgiven 

Me,  I  feel  to  all  who  injure    me,  and 

Prove  themfelves  my  Foes  :  Bowing  the  Knee  for 

Them  I  pray,  and  love  them  with  all  Love,  that 

Fulnefs  excepted,  where  I  feel  the  dear 

United  Body  of  the  Lamb  my  God. 

I  love  thee  fo,  that  Sin,  and  only  Sin's 

My  Hell,  yea  worfe  than  Hell.     To  make  mcfad, 

And  miferable,  thou  only  needed 

Draw  thine  Arm  back  and  let  me  fall  a  Prey 

To  what  within  me  lurks,  as  ever  there 

And  ready,  as  a  bold  Ufurper  to 

Mount  thy  Throne,  impofe  new  Laws,  and  govern 

With  Arbitrary  Rule,  and  with  a  Rod 

Of  Iron.     This,  this  is  Hell  to  me,  and 

Only  this  :  For  this,  I  look  to  thee  whom 

I  have  piere'd,  with  broken  Heart,  and  as  with 

Tears  of  Blood,  I  warn  thy  wounded  Feet,  griev'd 

That  I  grieve  thy  Heart,  by  Sin  repeated  : 

Wounding  my  Soul  afrefh  with  fharpeft  Pain. 

I  love  Thee  fo,  that  never  hunted  Hart, 
Did  pant  for  Water  Brooks,  nor  thirfly  Land, 
For  the  defcending  Showers,  nor  fhipwreck'd 
Man,  when,  from  the  Eminence  of  a  "Wave,  he 
Spies  the  folid  Land,  to  reach  the  fame :  Nor 
Weary  Traveller,  from  whom  the  Light  is 
Fled,  in  defart  Land  where  roams  the  Savage 

Beaft, 


C   5°   3 

Beaft,  for  the  revolving  Day  :  As  thirds  my 
Soul  for  Thee  my  God,  I  hunger,  pant  and 
With  Defire  I  pine,  to  wear  thine  Image : 
The  Meeknefs,  Love  and  Pity,  of  the  Man  of 
Nazareth  Charms  my  Heart,  and  makes  me  long 
As  never  Lover  did,  to  bear  thy  Mind, 
Thy  Likenefs,  O  !  my  Lord,  and  to  poffefs 
Thee,  in  all  the  Fulnefs  of  thy  Spirit, 
And  ev'ry  beauteous  Temper  deep,  Divine. 

I  love  thee  fo,  that  Death  no  more  affrights  my 
Waiting  Soul,  I  kifs  the  Dart,  once  dreaded, 
By  which  Mortality  creeps  in  to  loofe 
The  Knot,  which  ties  me  to  a  Clod  of  Duji. 
Crowding  on  every  Senfe,  repeated 
Meffengers  zxefent,  to  leflure  on  the 
Certainty  of  Death,  to  me  each  Day  and 
Hour,  I  welcome  them  thou  knoweft  as  one 
To  whom  no  Tidings  are  more  grateful,  nor 
Can  there  be  a  Theme  more  pleafing,  Study 
Or  Meditation  more  delightful  than 
That,  I  mail  put  off  my  Clay  to  meet  my 
Lord,  to  fee  the  beauteous  King,  and  read  his 
Battles,  Valour,  Conqueft,  and  his  Love  to 
Me,  in  all  the  Wounds  and  Scars,  he  wears  as 
Now  before  and  on  the  Throne  ;  legible 
Characters,  deeply  engraven  in  his 
Sacred  Flejh,  the  Book  of  Life,  which  keeps  my 
Name  fecure.     To  die  is  Gain  :  Not  that  I 
Dare  not  live,  fince  Jefus  lives,    contented 
I  wou'd  be  to  live  for  Him,  and  be  the 
Common  Mark  of  Envy  and  Difdain. 

But 


C    fc  3 

But  O  !  I  long  to  fee  my  Lord,  my  God, 
Dear  Man,  celeftial,  where  Beauty,  untold 
Beauty,  in  Perfection  fhines  :    That  Face  once 
Marr'd,  and  more  than  any  Man's,  I  long  to 
Gaze  upon  without  a  Glafs,     Thofe  Hands,  thofe 
Feet,  and  facred  Side  fo  piere'd,  I  clearer 
Still  would  view  ;  and  there  would  learn,  in  deeper 
Leffon  yet,  the  Love  of  God  to  Man,  to 
Me  unworthy  Worm.     Fain  would  I  flee  my- 
Evil  Heart,  my  Nature  fmful  ;  and  from 
The  Bait  alluring  to  the  Flefh :  Efcape 
The  Son  of  Wickednefs,  and  all  his  Rage 
And  Power,  and  reft  me  in  the  Manfion 
My  Jefus  has  prepar'd  :  My  weary  Soul 
Shall  there  for-ever  reft,  and  Wickednefs 
Shall  ceafe  from  burdening,  or  troubling  me. 

I  love  Thee  fo,  as  not  to  dread  the  Day 
When  thou  with  Wrath  and  Judgment  cloath'd, 

malt  make 
Thy  grand  Appearance,  on  the  Clouds,  to  judge 
The  Worlds  of  Angels,  and  of  Man,     Although 
Ten  Thoufand  Terrors  then  fhall  flv  before 
Thy  Face,  to  wound  with  Horror,  and  (with  yet 
Unknown)  Defpair,  all  thy  Foes  :  Who  would  not 
Own  thy  Government ;  but  mock'd  thy  Blood,  and 
Thy  defpifed  Reign.     Tho'  Sun,  and  Moon,  and 
Stars,  fhall  fail ;    tho'  Heaven  and  Earth  mall  pafs 
Away  ;  tho'  Blood,  and  Fire,  and  fmoaky 
Pillars  fhall  appear,  trembling  the  Hearts   of 
Men,  and  mourning  all  the  different  Tribes  of 

Earth, 


[     5*     3 

Earth  ;  tho'  Bond  and  Free,  and  High  and  Low, 

fhall 
Cry  aloud  to  Rocks  and  Mountains  for  to 
Hide  them  from  thy  Wrath  ;  greatly  incenfcd 
On  that  dreadful  Day  :  Yet  fear  I  not,  but 
Loving  thee  my  Lord,  I  pray  thee  quickly 
Come,  the  awful  Profpedt  of  that  Day  is 
Pleafing  to  my  Soul,  make  Hajie  my  God,  my 
King :  And  call  thy  Bride,  to  fee  thy  Foes  caft 
Down  beneath  thy  Feet,  and  there  conftrain'd  to 
Own  thy  Godhead,  and  thy  powerful  Hand. 
Thy  Love  to  me  fupports  my  Confidence  : 
Made  Thee,  at  firft,  my  Joy,  my  fole  Delight ; 
Gladden'd  my  Heart,  my  Tongue,  and  bid  me  fing 
The  following  Songs  of  Praife  to  thee,  my  Lord. 


iS®$ 


HYMNS, 


H      Y      M      N      S,      ®c. 


HYMN      I. 

All  Things  are  delivered  unto  me,  of  my  Father ; 
and  no  Man  knoweth  the  Son,  but  the  Father ; 
neither  knoweth  any  Man  the  Father,  fave  the 
Son,  &c.  Matt,  xi.  27, 

i      ALL  Things  delivered  arc 
JTjL  To  J  ejus,  as  the  Son  ; 
Whilfl  we,  in  all  Things,  with  him  fhare, 
With  him  for-evcr  One. 

%  Wc  were  the  Father's  Love  ; 
Us  to  his  Son  he  gave  ; 
Where  we  his  Life  and  Fulnefs  prove, 
And  in  him  Glory  have. 

3  To  us  he  gave  all  Grace, 

In  Chrift,  the  Man  divine  ; 
And  we  in  him,  before  his  Face, 
In  perfect  Beauty  mine. 

H  4  ThcreV 


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4  There's  none  can  know  the  Son, 

Or  witnefs  who  he  is, 
But  he  who's  with  the  Father  one,, 
His  Love  and  Rightcoufnefs ! 

5  We  in  Perfection  dwell, 

Where  we  the  Father  fee  ; 
As  one  with  him,  we  now  can  tell 
The  Son's  the  Man  that's  free. 

6  From  Precept  and  Demand, 

Free  from  all  Sin  and  Fear, 
Our  Sonfhip  (hall  in  Jefus  Hand, 
Without  our  Toil  or  Care. 

7  None  but  the  Son,  fo  blefl, 

Can  God  as  Father  own  ; 
Until  we  are  the  Son  confeft^ 
The  Father  is  unknown. 

8  O  the  amazing  Grace 

We  hare  in  Jefus  feen  ! 
The  Glory  of  the  Father's  Face, 
Without  a  Veil  between. 

9  Now,  perfected  in  God, 

His  richeft  Grace  we  prove, 
The  Way  to  which  is  Jefu\  Blood, 
The  Proof  fupreme  of  Love. 


II.  For 


[   ss   1 
II. 

For  it  f  leafed,  that  in  him  Jhould  all  Fulnefs  dwell. 

Col.  i.   19. 

1  ALL  Fulnefs  in  the  Lamb  we  view ; 
XX     To  look  befide  him,  Lofs : 

He's  only  holy,  juft  and  true  ; 
All  elfe  is  Dung  and  Drofs. 

2  There  dwells  in  him,  as  flain'd  with  Blood, 

Jehovah's  Pow'r  and  Name  ;  g 
Greatly,  from  everlafting,  God, 
Yea,  when  the  flaughter'd  Lamb. 

3  In  him  we  know  the  holy  Bride 

All  gather'd  into  one  ; 
She  looks  out  through  his  bleeding  Side, 
With  all  her  Beauties  on. 

4  In  him  we  fee  God's  Heav'n,  our  Earth, 

In  perfect  Peace  agree  : 
This  gives  our  one  new  Man  its  Birth, 
And  fets  our  Nature  free. 

5  His  purg'd  Humanity  is  ours, 

And  in  it  now  we  prove 
A  Seat  above  the  heav'nly  Pow'rs, 
Fix'd  in  the  Father's  Love. 

6  New 


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€  New  Heav'ns,  new  Earth,  we  now  pofiefs-; 
Beulab,  that  blefifed  Field, 
Where  dwells  eternal  Righteoufnefs  ; 
And  God's  our  Sun  and  Shielde 

7  Here's  nothing  hurtful  to  deftroy; 
The  holy  Mountain's  here  ; 
No  Curfe,  nor  Sin,   us  to  annoy, 
No  Torment,  Guilt,  or  Fear. 

3  Of  Jefus  we  will  never  ceafe 
To  fing  as  we  began  ; 
In  whom  there  dwells,  in  perfect  Peac^, 
God,  and  his  darling  Man. 


III. 


Speak  unto  the  Children  of  Ifrael,  that  they  go  for- 
ward,  Exod.  xiv.   15. 

1    •^  A  NAA  N  promis'd  is  before  ; 
\^A   Come  let  us  forward  go, 
Not  the  Ocean,  nor  its  Roar, 

Nor  the  Egyptian  Foe, 
May  obftrucl:,  when  God  commands  ; 

His  Pow'r  on  our  Behalf  he  (hows : 
Move  we  forward  to  the  Land, 

Where  Milk  and  Honey  flows. 

&  Pharaoh's  Hofts,  our  Flefh  and  Senfe, 
Prefs  hard  upon  our  Rear  ; 

Vainlj 


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Vainly  ftrivc  to  caufe  Offence, 

Or  make  the  Spirit  fear  : 
God  protects  Us  in  his  Hand, 

Whilft  Vengeance  on  his  Foes  he  throw* 
Move  we  forward,  &c< 

3  Roaring  Floods  clap  Hands  aloud, 

To  drive  us  back  again ; 
Seas  of  Trials  vaftly  crowd 

T'  affright  the  Sons  of  Men  : 
Jefus  bids  us  quiet  (land, 

Whilfl  he  his  great  Salvation  {hows  : 
Move  we  forward,  &c. 

4  Seas  divide  before  our  Face, 

And  (land  upon  an  Heap  ; 
Mighty  Waters,  by  his  Grace, 

Shrink  from  the  fearful  Deep  : 
On  we  march  at  his  Command, 

Nor  dread  the  Power  of  our  Foes  : 
Move  we  forward,  &c. 

5  Love,  which  God  to  us  doth  fhew, 

Strikes  the  Egyptian  dead  ; 
Floods,  which  give  us  Pafiage  thro'# 

Return  upon  their  Head  : 
Dead  we  fee  them  on  the  Strand, 

Nor  can  they  farther  us  purfue  ; 
We  are  in  Immanuel's  Land, 

Where  Milk  and  Honey  flow. 

IV.  In 


•      [     5«     1 

IV. 

In  bis  Humiliation  his  Judgment  was  taken  away, 

A£t$  via.  33. 

1  IPX  EAR  Lamb  1  thy  humbled  State  we  fing, 
JL-/  Thy  Name,  thy  Wounds  and  Blood  wc 
We  own  thee,  Infant  God,  our  King,  (praife  ; 
And  to  thy  Throne  our  Hearts  we  raife. 

1  Dear  holy  Child,  we  fing  the  Birth 
Of  him  conceivM  in  Holinefs  ; 
Where  God  our  Maker  took  our  Earth, 
Our  Curfe  and  all  our  Helpleflhefs. 

3  Thy  firfl  Blood-ihedding  hath  us  feaPd, 
In   Peace   and   Covenant   with   God, 
From   flefhly   Filth  and  Shame,  now  heal'd 
By  holy  Circumcifion-Blood. 

4  Thou  God  of  Love,  yet  growing  Youth, 
Subject   to  Creature-Parents   Thou  ; 
Thy   humble  Steps,  eternal  Truth, 
Make  us   admire,  and,  wond'ring,  bow. 

5  Poor   Man,  defpifed  Nazarene, 

With  fweating  Brow  thou  earn'dfl  thy  Bread  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  Glories  were  unfeen, 
And  from  the  Eyes  of  Mortals  hid. 

6  Hum- 


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6  Humbled  in  Poverty  and  Pain, 

Temptation  fore,  Contempt  and  Scorn, 
That  Curfe  of  ours  for  to  fuftain, 
Was   the  eternal  Father  born. 

J  EmptyM  of  all,  but  tort'ring  Smart  ; 
His  Honour  and  his  Judgment  loft : 
Deep,  unknown  Sorrows  fhTd   his   Heart, 
His   Soul  with  fierce  Temptations   toft. 

8  By  this,  the  cverlafting  Grace, 
And  Nature-Love  of  God  appears  ; 
By  this  we   fee  the  Father's   Face, 
Where  loft  are  all  our   Sins  and  Fears. 


V. 


Ifrael  Jhall  be  faved  in  the  Lord  with  an  ever- 
lajiing   Salvation,  Ifaiah  xlv.  17. 

1  ^REATLY   belov'd, 
\jjf   Of   God  appro v'd; 
Ere   Time  began, 
Jehovah's    darling   Man 
Poffefs'd   his  Nature,  Love, 

Above  ; 
There  Man   is   known, 
Whilft   Angels  own, 
Above   them  far, 
This  bright  and  Morning-Star. 

1  When 


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2  When    all   beheld, 
With  Wonder  fill'd, 
The  glorious  Grace 
Sparkle  in  Jfefu's   Face  ; 
We,  Worms,  as  wholly  blind 

In  Mind, 
Could   not  difcern 
What   did   concern 
Our  Hearts  alone, 
That   Orb  in   which  we  ihonc. 

3  But  God   would  fhow, 
To  us    below, 

His  Grace  and   Choice, 
Whilft  we  in  Heart  rejoice ; 
And  this  reveal'd  by  Blood, 

When  God 
Became  a   Man  ; 
And   then   began 
In  Love   to   cure 
Our   Nature,  blind,    impure. 

4  The   Work  was  great, 
It  made    him   fweat, 
Blood-Rivers  flow'd, 

He  groan'd  and  cry'd  aloud  ; 
Whilft  Sorrows  rent  his  Heart 

With   Smart 
Unfpeakable : 
The  Pains  of  Hell, 
Infernal  Wrath, 
Incompafs'd  him  in   Death. 

5  With 


[   6.    ] 

5  With  many   Tears, 
And  unknown   Fears, 
Heart-breaking  Sighs, 
Infinite   Agonies,, 
Wounds,  Blood,  and  Bruifes  frefh, 

His  Flefh 
All  over  fill  ; 
In    Anguifh,  flill, 
He  yields  his   Breath 
To   the   accurfed  Death, 

6  Fail   Nature's  Laws  ; 
The    Sun    withdraws  ; 
With    dreadful  Crack, 
The  Rocks    afunder  break  j 
Convuls'-d  Creation  makes, 

Earth  quakes  j 
All  old  Things   die, 
Non-entity, 
Pafs'd  over  all 
That  liv'd   by   Adam's  Fall* 

7  Hence   came  the  Hour, 
When  God,  with  Pow'r, 
Rais'd  from  the  Dead 

The  Members,  and  the  Head  i 
In  that  one  perfect  Man, 

The  Plan 
Of  Grace  we  fee, 
Where  Chrifi  and  we 
Were  nam'd  in  one, 
The  Father's  only  Son. 

I  %  His 


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8  His  Joy  FulfilPd 

In  ev'ry  Child  : 
Wc,  in  that  Grace, 
Behold  the  Father's  Face 
In  that  exalted  Man, 

Wc  can 
For-cvcr  view, 
That  love,   fo  true, 
Which  did  us  raife 
To  nevcr-ceafing  Praife. 


VI. 


To  make  the  Captain    of  their   Salvation  perfefl, 
through  Sufferings,  Hob.  ii.  10. 

1  TAIL,  Jefus%  perfect  God  and  Man  ! 
O   Sole  Author  of  Salvation'*  Plan  ; 

Thou  fclt'fl  our  Mifery  : 
Perfect,  thro*  Sufferings,  thou  wad  made, 
The  Members,  perfect  as  their  Head, 

With  Joy,  Salvation  cry. 

2  0  :nt  to  thy  Blood  and  Death, 

tedient  to  th*  in  Breath, 

Are  all  our  inward  Row1 
Thy  Body  we,  in  Thee  belov'd, 
l.i;,  Sorrows  hath  our  Joy  improv'd, 

Lu*hwU  Life  ii  ours. 

3  Barr'd 


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3  Barr'd  is  the  Way  to   Happincfs  ; 

The   Mind  kept  back  from  perfect  Peace, 

Until  the    Saviour's  known : 
Known  as  a  Man,  yet  God  with  us, 
Who    bare  our  Mis'ries    on    the   Crofs, 
And   made   them  all  his  own. 

4  Hence   on  the   Pinions   of  thy    Love  ; 
I  foar   from  Earth  to    dwell  above, 

Where  thou   haft   led  the   Way  ; 
Whilft   Heights    of  Blifs  my  Soul   furprize, 
Thy  wounded   Form   ftill   bids    me  rife 

To  brighter,  brighter  Day. 

5  I  welcome  ev'ry  State    with    Thee, 
Since  thou  wilt   my   Companion    be, 

Thro'  all  this  Field  of  Blood : 
Thy   Life  preferves    my  Heav'n    furc-, 
Thou   malt  be    now  and  evermore, 

My   Jefus  and  my    God. 

VII. 

/  was  fet  up  from  Everlajling,  from  the  Beginning, 
or  ever  the  Earth  was,  'Then  I  was  by  him,  as 
one  brought  up  with  him  :  and  I  was  daily  his 
Delight,  rejoicing  always  before  him.  Pro  v.  viii. 

23-  3°- 

AIL!  high,  exalted,  righteous  Man, 
Firft   of  the   Ways    of  God ! 
Whofe  Work  of  Love  in   thee  began, 
As  witnefs'd  by  thy  Blood. 

2  Before 


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e  Before  the   Sons  of  God  declar'd 
With  Shouts,  their  folcmn   Joy ; 
Or   Songs  of  Morning    Stars  were   heard, 
As  pure  without  Alloy  : 

5  Thy  early   Day,  proclaim'd  Thee  then, 
The   Firft-born  Child  of  Grace  ; 
Great  Reprefentative   of  Men, 
Before  the  Father's   Face. 

4  The  great  Invifible   we  fee, 

In    Thee,  and  Thee   alone : 
To   Men,    and   Angels  out  of  Thee, 
rlhe    Godhead   is   unknown. 

5  God's  noble   Works  fhine   in  thy   Face, 

Thou    his    infinite  Thought  ; 
Creation,    Providence,  and   Grace, 
In  Thee   decreed   and   wrought. 


The  fame, 

VIII. 

i  *~fH  H*  unutterable   Word   Thou  art, 
X       O   Chrift,  to  Sons    of  Men  ; 
Jehovah  fpake   Thee   from  his   Heart, 
And  Worlds  exilted  then. 

t  He   fpake   Thee  then  a   Law  to   all 
The  glorious   Hierarchy, 

▲fid 


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And  firm  decreed   their    dreadful  Fall, 
Who   would   not  worfhip  thee. 

3  By  thee   he   rules  the  Worlds  above, 

And   all   the  Worlds    below  ; 
By  thee  he   doth   his   Grace  and  Love. 
His   Wrath   and  Juftice,   mew. 

4  Thou,  the  exalted   Throne    of   Grace, 

The  Father's  peaceful    Seat, 
Where  we   with  Joy   behold  his  Face, 
And  worfhip   at  his  Feet. 

5  In   thee  now  fav'd,  no    more  we  fear 

The    Curfe  of  Adam's    Fail ; 
In   thee   with   Boldnefs  we  draw  near 
To    God,   the   Judge  of  All. 


IX. 


/  am   the  true  Vine,  and  my  Father  is  the  Hujhand. 
man,  John  xv.   1. 

1  '  ESUS,  the  Grace  reveaPd, 
J      The  great    Salvation  fhewn, 

The  Sum  of  Love's  Decrees   unfeal'd. 
The  Plant  of  great  Renown. 

2  Rais'd  by  the   Father's  Grace, 

The   Plant  of  his  right   Hand, 
To   reprefent  before   his  Face, 
The   Souls   from   ev'ry   Land. 

5  Plant 


C     66     ] 

3  Plant  of  the   Father's   Care, 

On   whom   his  Love    did    fhine ; 
The  Branches   in  him  hidden  were, 
'Till  he  grew  to  a  Vine. 

4  The   eternal  Hufbandman, 

To  make  the  Branches   pure, 
In    Wifdom   infinite  began 
Our    Barrennefs   to  cure. 

5  He   then  this  Vine   would    drefs, 

Whilft  Love    his  Hand  did  urge, 
That    ev'ry  Branch  in   Righteoufnefs 
He   in  one  Vine    might  purge. 

6  From  each  fuperfTous  Shoot, 

The  Buds  of  Man's  Offence  ; 
This  to    deftroy   he  purg'd  the  Root, 
And   in  it   ev'ry  Branch. 

7  With   Bruifes  was  he  dreft, 

And    nail'd    up   to   a   Tree ; 
The   pruning  Hook  his    Soul  opprcft, 
That  he   might  fruitful  be. 

8  He   was   not   purg'd  in  vain, 

But   did   his   Strength   recruit ; 

And  when   was   fmifh'd  all  his    Pain, 

There  then   appear'd  his   Fruit. 


9  DiftilTd 


C    67    ] 

9  Diftill'd  from  all  his    Smart 
The  holy  Unction  ran  ; 
This  is   the  Wine  that  chears  the  Heart, 
The   Heart   of  God   and   Man. 

io  With  us  he    doth  abound, 
As  Branches,  he  the  Stem  ; 
From  him    our  Fruitfulnefs  is  found. 
And   mall  remain  in   him. 

1 1   Hence  fhall  our  Joys    arife, 
And    ev'ry   Hour  improve, 
Whilfl,  in  his   fmoaking  Sacrifice, 
God    hears  our  Songs  above. 


X. 


Thofe  that  thou  gaveft  me,  I  have  kept;  and  none 
of  them  are  loft,  but  the  Son  of  Perdition,  that 
the  Scripture  might  be  fulfilled.    John  xvii.  j2. 

• 

E  SITS,  the  Father's  richeft   Grace, 

Anointed   to    behold   his  Face, 
As    all  the  Church   in    one  ; 
The  holy  promis'd    Shiloh,  he, 
In   whom  the  Bride  mould  gather'd  be, 
As  one  beloved  Son. 

2  He  kept  us  in  the  Father's   Name, 
Thro'  all  this    World  of  Sin  and  Shame, 

So 


C     68     ] 

So  that  there's  miffing   none  : 
Tho'   torn  his   Side,  his  Hands  and  Feet, 
His   Body's   Hill  preferv'd  compleat, 

Without  a  broken  Bone. 

3  He  kept  us  in  the    dreadful  Hour, 

The  Father's   Name,  his  Love,  and  Pow'r, 

Preferv'd  the   Souls  he  gave  : 
His  future  Glory  we  were  giv'n, 
Our  Lofs,  had  been  his  Lofs  of  Heav'n, 

But   he  was  ftrong  to  fave. 

4  The  Members    giv'n  unto  the  Head, 
One  Son,  one  perfect  Body  made. 

The  Darling   of  our   God  : 
He   gave    each  Member's   Curfe,  and  Pride, 
To  die  the  Death  when  J  ejus  dy'd, 

All  to  be  purg'd  with    Blood. 

5  That  he   might    make  our  Nature  clean, 
The  Father  laid  on  him  our  Sin, 

Whilfl   with  Temptations    toft, 
Moft  dreadful   Cries  were  heard,  with  Blood, 
Whilft  in  the   Storm    and  Wrath  of  God, 

Perdition's   Son  was   loft  \ 

6  Loft  from  the  Father's  piercing  Sight, 
Deep  buried  in  eternal  Night, 

Now  lies  the  Man  of  Sin  j 

And,  loft   for-ever  from  our  View, 

When   we  in   Spirit   Jefus  knew? 

And  with  him  enter  in. 

7  Now 


C   69   ] 

7  Now   arc  the  Scriptures  all  fulfill'd 
In  Chrift,  the  Virgin's  promis'd   Child, 

Man   fav'd,  and  Sin  condemn'd : 
Brought  Home  to  fee   the  Father's   Face, 
Where  we  inherit  all   his  Grace, 
And  are  by  him   efleem'd. 


XL 


He  that  defcended  is  the  fame  alfo  that  afcended  up 
far  above  all  Heavens,  that  he  might  Jill  all 
Things,  Eph.  iv.  10. 

1     WE  S  U  S,  the  Saviour,  from  above, 
3    The  Father's  deep,  defcending  Love 
Reach'd  us,  the  lower  Parts  of  Earth, 
And  rais'd  us  to  a  heav'nly  Birth  : 
He  who  afcends  to  Glory  is  the  fame, 
As  humbled  to  the  Earth,  from  Heaven  came. 

1  Above  the  higher!  Heavens  far, 
Earth's  lower  Parts  now  rifen  are  ; 
When  God,  who  put  our  Nature  on, 
Afcended,  the  triumphant  Man, 
Where  Thrones,  Dominions,  Powers,  and 

Angels  fall 
Before  his  Face,  as  filling  all  in  all. 

3  Pre-eminence  to  Jefus  giv'n, 

To  fill  all  Things  in  Earth  and  Heav'n  : 

&  The 


[     7°     ] 

The  Difpenfation  now  is  come, 
When  God  has  gather'd  all  Things  Home  ; 
All  Things  in  Love  are  gather'd  into  one, 
Where  Heav'n  and  Earth  make  one  beloved 
Son. 

4  Now  J  ejus  fills  all  Things,  we  know  ; 
All  Things  above,  and  all  below  ; 
That  he  fills  all  Things,  we  are  lure, 
Hence  all  Things  now  to  us  are  pure  : 
In  Faith's  Idea  no  Vacuum  we  find, 
For  he  fills  all,  as  God's  eternal  Mind- 

5  Nothing  but  Jefus  now  we  view  ; 

Old  Things  are  loft,  and  all  Things  new : 
He  fills  our  Heart,  our  Eye,  our  Ear, 
And  nought  but  Jefus  doth  appear. 
O  holy  My  fiery  !  here  ends  our  Want, 
Our  Griefs,  our  Sorrows,  Troubles,  and 
Complaint. 


XII. 


Can  a  Woman  forget  her  fuckling  Child,    that  jhe 
fhould  not  have  Compajfion  on   the  Son  of  her 
Womb,  Ifa.  xlix.   15. 

1  TT     E  T  Heav'n  and  Earth  united  fing 
1   4       The  Praifes  of  the  God  of  Love, 

Our  Hufband,  Saviour,  God  and  King, 
Whofc  Name  and  Nature  fuch  we  prove. 

2  But 


[    7*     ] 

2  But  Zion,  Church  and  Bride  of  God, 

Withdrawing  from  the  joyful  Throng, 
Bewails  her  State  of  Widowhood, 

And  vents  Complaint  inftead  of  Song. 

3  For  Grief,  an  abfent  God's  her  Plea, 

In  deepeil  Sorrow  thus  (lie  cries, 
The  Lord  he  hath  forfaken  me, 
DhTolv'd  are  all  the  folemn  Ties. 

4  I  of  my  God  forgotten  am, 

Tho'  once  belov'd,  and  nam'd  his  Bride ; 
My  Glory's  turned  into  Shame, 

Where  from  my  Mis'ries  may  I  hide  ? 

5  Ceafe  Virgin -fpoufe,  why  fhouldfl  thou  grieve, 

And  Caufelefs  mourn  in  Tears  of  Blood  ? 
Thy  Joy  is  full,  only  believe, 

And  hear  what  fays  thy  Hulband,  God. 

6  Can  Mothers  kind  forgetful  prove, 

Of  Sucklings  nourihVd  at  the  Bread, 
Maternal  Bowels  ceafe  to  move 

To  Infants  when  with  Pain  opprefs'd  ? 

7  Or  can  Companion  leave  the  Hea^t 

Whilft  they  their  fmiling  Babes  expofe 
To  Death,  without  b'ing  kill'd  with  Smart, 
And  feel  again  their  Pangs  and  Throes  ? 

8  Thofe, 


C   72    ] 

S  Thofe,  worfe  than  brutal,  may  forget, 
Who  having  Nature's  Laws  with  flood  ; 
Thro*  curs'd  Impulie,  flrange,  namelcfs  great, 
Imbrue  their  Hands  in  Infant's  Blood. 

9  But  I  will  ne'er  forget  my  Bride, 

Says  Jcfus,  God  of  Love  and  Truth, 
Taken,  when  fleeping,  from  my  Side, 
Then,  born  to  bear,  eternal  Youth. 

10  I'll  not  forget  my  Word,  my  Oath, 

I'll  not  forget  my  Wounds,  my  Blood  ; 
My  Friendfhip  makes  but  one  of  both, 
And  I  am  flill  thy  Saviour,  God. 

1 1  Wrote  on  my  Hands  thy  much  lov'd  Name, 
'    My  Zion,  glorious  is  thy  State  ! 

I  fee  thee  always  without  Blame, 
And  his  own  Body  none  can  hate. 

1 2  Thy  Walls  before  me  always  are  ; 

Bounds  to  thy  Dwelling  I  have  fet ; 
My  Zion's  my  peculiar  Care, 
My  Zion  I  will  ne'er  forget. 

13  O  happy  Zion!  fee  and  prove 

How  groundlefs  all  thy  Sorrows  arc  ; 
Live  in  thy  Hufband's  Nature,  Love, 
And  that  fliall  call:  out  all  thy  Fear. 

XIII. 


C     73     ] 

XIIL 

Beloved,  now  are  we  Sons  of  God,  &c. 
John  iii.  2, 

0  W  arc  wc  Sons  of  God  ! 
Nor  doth  it  yet  appear, 
What  Heights  of  Blifs,  thro'  Jefu's  Blood, 
For  us  prepared  are. 

4  This  wc  already  know, 

When  Chrift,  our  Rightcoufncfs, 
Shall  fhew  himfelf  to  Men  below, 
We  fhall  be  as  he  is. 

3  Yea,  in  this  World  arc  wc, 

As  Jefus  is  above ; 
As  him,  from  Sin  and  Satan  freca 
As  perfected  in  Love. 

4  Invifible  are  we 

To  this  blind  World  below  ; 
There's  none  but  fuch  who  Jefus  fee, 
Can  us  difcern  or  know. 

5  All  that  which  doth  appear 

Of  us,  or  can  be  known, 
By  Reafon's  Eye,  to  Mortals  here, 
Wc  utterly  difown. 

6  Wc 


C     74     ] 

6  We  call  it  Dung  and  Drofs, 

The  Man  from  whom  we  ceafe  ; 

To  own  it  ours,  is  Pain  and  Lofs, 

And  faps  the  Chriflian's  Peace. 

7  Jefus  a^one  we  own, 

And  nothing  know  befide  ; 
In  him,  as  free  from  Sin,  we're  known, 
His  pure  and  holy  Bride. 

8  In  him  we  now  confefs, 

We  are  the  Lord's  Delight, 
His  Reft,  his  Joy  and  Righteoufnefs, 
All  glorious  in  his  Sight. 

9  We  are  as  we  would  be  ; 

Nor  have  we  yet  to  choofe  ; 
As  Chri/i  the  Son,  we're  ever  free, 
Nor  can  that  Sonlhip  lofe. 


XIV. 

But  now  is  Chriji  rifen  from  the  Dead,  &c. 
i  Cor.  xv.  20. 

i   T^T  O  W  is  Jefus,  now  is  Jefus, 
\^\        Rifen  from  the  Dead ; 
Love,  to  feize  us,  Love,  to  feize  us, 
In  the  Lamb,   our  Head  : 


Caught 


[    75    ] 

Caught  us  finking  under  Sin, 
Took  our  Curfe  and  Nature  in, 
To  its  Off'ring,  that  by  fuff'ring, 
It  might  make  us  clean. 

2  God  in  Fafhion,  &c. 

Like  to  fallen  Man  ; 
By  his  Pamon,  &c. 

Finifhed  the  Plan  ; 
Which  eternal  Mercv  laid, 
Which  eternal  Love  decreed, 
That  the  Bride,  thus  purified, 
Should  from  all  Sin  be  freed. 

3  Thus  our  Maker,  &c» 

Our  Creator,  God, 
Was  Partaker,  &c. 

Of   our  Flefh  and  Blood: 
He  became  our  Nature's  Pride, 
And,  as  all  our  Sin,  he  dy'd  ; 
As  our  old  Man,  as  our  old  Man, 
He  was  crucify'd. 

4  Then  he  fininVd,  &c. 

All  our  deep  Diftrefs  ; 
Then  replenifh'd,  &c. 

Man  with  Righteoufnefs  : 
In  his  Body  Sin  lay  dead, 
With  each  Sorrow  which  it  bred, 
Accufation,  Condemnation, 
Spread  their  Wings  and  fled* 


Old 


C    76   3 

5  Old  Things  now  are,  &c. 
Pafled  all  away  ; 
That  his  Power,  &c. 

He  might  thus  difplay  : 
In  a  new  Creation  pure, 
From  all  Sin  and  Spoil  fecurc, 
This  erected,  (lands  perfected, 
On  Foundation  fure. 

6  See  it  rifmg,  &c. 

Glorious  to  our  View ; 
Moft  furprifing,  &c. 

All  Things  here  are  new  : 
As  rofe  Jefus  from  the  Grave, 
Such  the  Purity  we  have  ; 
Sin  is  dead,  and  Care  is  fled, 
The  Son's  no  more  a  Slave. 


XV. 


For  as  many  of  you  as  have  been  baptized  into  Chrijl, 
have  put  on  Chriji^  Gal.  iii.  27. 

1   /*~\  !  How  doth  God  our  Souls  furprife, 
\^J  When  he  our  Confcience  doth  baptize 

Into  the  holy  Nature  ; 
Where,  free  from  all  Offence  and  Blame, 
We  now  poffefs  in  Cbriji  the  Lamb, 

The  Fulnefs  of  his  Stature, 

Now 


,C    77     ] 

Now  free 
Arc  we 
And  fhall  ever., 
In  our  Saviour, 
Stand  perfected  ; 
With  him  to  this  Grace  elected. 

2  free  from  all  Confcioufnefs  of  Sin, 
We  live  where  none  can  enter  in  5 

This  when  in  Heart  believed  •> 
Our  Confcience  anfwers  towards  God, 
As  free  from  Sin,  thro'  Jefu's  Blood, 
Nor  can  we  be  deceived  : 
For  he 
And  we, 
In  one  Body, 
White  and  ruddy, 
Are  compleated : 
In  the  Father's  Glory  featcd. 

3  Salvation  now  in  us  is  wrought ; 
Nor  is  there  one  uneafy  Thought, 

By  which  our  Peace  is  fpoiled  : 
Baptiz'd  into  the  Saviour's  Name, 
Our  Confcience  anfwers  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  ne'er  can  be  defiled. 
Now  blefl 
\v"e  reft 
From  what  vexes 
And  perplexes  \ 
We  are  fully 
In  and  as  is  J  ejus  holy. 


XVI. 


[     78     ] 
XVI. 

God  is  Love,  and  he  that  dwelleth  in  Love,  dwel- 
leth  in  God,  and  God  in  him,  John  iv.   16. 

i   /"\  Love  !  what  a  Secret  to  Mortals  thou  art ! 
V^/  'Tis  God's  deep  Eternity,    Nature  and 

Heart  : 
The  witnefling  Dove  confirms  this  high  Plan, 
And  likewife  his  Word  and  his  Dealings  with 

Man  ; 
The  Sorrows  of  Jefus,  his  Torment  and  Pain, 
Has  left  no  Foundation  for  doubting  again. 

2  O  Love !  how  my  fterious  and  boundlefs  art  thou ! 
Thy  Date  and  thy  Meafure  unlimited  flow : 
This  Jefus  reveals  with  Evidence  ftrong  ; 

It  gladdens  my  Heart,  and  infpires  my  Song 
With  Praife  to  my  Saviour,  my  Lord  and  my  God, 
WhofeLove  is  my  Glory,  as  view'd  in  his  Blood. 

3  O  Love  !  what  a  Gath'ring  of  Souls  thou  hafl 

made  ! 
All  into  one  Fountain,  one  Body,  one  Head  ; 
Where  they   were   preferv'd  thy    own,    thro' 

the  Fall, 
The  Fulnefs  of  Jefus,  who  fills  all  in  all : 
Clofe  in  her  Pavilion,  the  Darling,  the  Bride, 
Lay  hid  in  her  Hufband,  till  born  from  his 

Side. 

4  O 


£    79    ] 

4  O  Love !  what  a  Bridegroom  of  Honour  and 

Trait! 

The  Fulnefs  of  Heaven  hath  married  my  Duft  ; 

He  humbled  himfelf  to  cleave  to  his  Wife, 

In  all  her  Diftrefs  and  her  Sorrows  of  Life  ; 

With  her  was  he  number'd  aniongft  the  Un- 
clean, 

Nor  yet  could  he  loathe  her,  nor  Jar  come  be- 
tween. 

5  O  Love  !  what  a  Hufband  thy  Care  did  pro- 

vide ! 
Defcending  from  Glory  in  Search  of  thy  Bride  ; 
Her  Subflance  conceiv'd,  thy  Body  was  flie, 
Incarnate  in  her,  and  me  then  was  in  thee  ; 
In  th'  Womb  of  the  Virgin,  the  Twain  was 

made  one, 
Whence  God,  our  Creator,  was  born  a  poor 

Man. 


XVII. 


Unto  you  therefore  which  believe  he  is  precious, 
i  Pet.  ii.  7. 

OMy  Jefus  !  O  my  J  ejus  I 
Bridegroom  of  my  Heart, 
Who  efpoufed,  who  efpoufed, 
To  my  Nature  Art  5 

Thou, 


C    80    ] 

Thou,  my  Love,  haft  bore  my  Blame, 
Thy  dear  Wounds  and  lovely  Name, 
Deep  impreft  upon  my  Bread, 
Shall  always  be  my  Flame. 

2  O  was  ever,  &c. 

Lover  like  the  Lamb  ! 
No,  no,  never,  &c. 

Was  fo  true  a  Flame, 
As  what  burns  on  Jefu's  Blood, 
As  the  dying  Love  of  God, 
God-like  glorious,  Love's  vi&orious, 
Though  by  Hell  withftood. 

3  In  my  Weaknefs,  &c. 

There  I  always  fee 
Conftant  Witnefs,  &c. 

That  thy  Love  is  free  : 
Empty  I,  of  Goodnefs  void, 
Whilft  on  thee,  my  Lamb,  I'm  ftaid, 
Thou  art  Love,  and  this  I  prove, 
And  fhall  not  be  afraid. 

4  Mercy  raifes,  &c. 

My  loft  Nature  high  -y 
Love  amazes,  &c. 

Whilft  I,  wond'ring,  cry  : 

0  my  Love  !  how  kind  thine  Heart, 
Taking  of  my  Flefh  a  Part  j 

In  thy  Body,  once  fo  bloody, 

1  am  as  thou  art. 


XVIII, 


XVIIL 

^J  /Z^j  y£#//  r#//  #/j|  Name  Emmanuel,  which , 
fowzg  interpreted,  is,  God  with  us.  Matt.  i.  23, 

Holy  Emman'el !  thy  Myfl'ry  divine, 
From  Glory  to  Glory,  on  Zww  mail  (nine, 
The  Myfl'ry  of  God  efpous'd  to  a  Worm, 
Who  neither  had  Merit,  nor  beautiful  Form  ; 
Yet  rais'd  to  the  Bofom  of  God,  the  Supreme, 
She  Tings  me  is  like  him,  yet  does  not  blafpheme. 

ft  O  lovely  EmmarCel !  illuftrious  thy  Grace  ! 
The  Beauties  of  Holinefs  mine  in  thy  Face : 
Triumphant  in  Blifs,  our  Nature  we  fpy, 
And  we,  in  that  Nature,    join'd  to  the  mofl 

High: 
The  Image  exprefs  of  the  Suhflance  of  God  ; 
His  Brightnefs  appearing  by  Water  and  Blood. 

3  O  facred  Emmarfel !  our  Glory,  our  Joy  ; 
In  mut'al  Embraces,   which  never  (hail  cloy, 
The  Bridegroom  and  Bride,  our  Maker  and  we, 
Perpetually  live,  as  united  in  thee  ; 
Confummate  Salvation,  reveal' d  in  thy  Blood, 
In  thee  we  pofTefs,  with  the  Fulnefs  of  God. 

4  O  glorious  Emman'el !  Jehovah  with  Man  ! 
With  us  is  God  prefent ;    (amazing  the  Plan  ft 

Perfection 


C      82     J 

Perfection  of  Joy  we  now  underftand, 
Whilft  Rivers  of  Pleafures  flow  at  his  Right 

Hand  : 
We  (land,  when  no  higher  our  Notes  we  can 

raife, 
In  Silence,  exprefiive  of  Wonder  and  Praife. 

XIX, 

In  my  Fle/h  Jhall  I  fee  God  ;   whom  I  jhall  fee  for 
myfelf  Job  xix.  16 ,  27. 

1    QEE,  Omy  Soul,  with  Wonder  fee, 
k5  Array'd  in  Flefh,  thy  God, 
Cloath'd  with  my  whole  Humanity, 
And  deeply  drench'd  in  Blood  ! 

1  My  Flefh,  my  Blood,  and   Bone  cfpous'd  ; 
(  O  the   amazing  Plan  !  ) 
From  Nature's  Death  and  Darknefs  rous'd, 
When  God  became  a  Man, 

3  My  Frame,  once  pure,  was  marr'd  and  harm'd 

Between  his  Hands  quite  fpoil'd  ; 
But  now  a  nobler  Veflel  form'd, 
When  God  became  a  Child. 

4  At  BethVhem  was  my  purer  Birth, 

The  Virgin-mother  mine, 
His  Heav'n  married  to  my  Earth, 
In  Shrift,  the  Man  divine. 

5  Em- 


C     §3    1 

5  Emmanuel  is    God   with   me. 

In   our  exalted  Lamb  ; 
In  whom  I'm    reconcil'd  and  free, 
All  Praife   attend  his   Name. 

6  His  Sonfhip  proves  my  Sin  forgiven, 

Makes  my  Salvation  fure, 

Prepares  for  me  a  Seat  in  Heav'n, 
And  keeps   my  Joy  fecure. 

7  In  him  accepted  ;  and,  as  him, 
Receiv'd  in  Realms  above; 

In  him  I  triumph,  foar,  and  iwim, 
In  everlafting  Love. 

8  All  my  Religion  and  my  Life, 
Art  thou,  my  Lamb,  my   God  ; 

Pin  fix'd,  from  hence   my  future  Strife 
Shall  be  to  praife  thy  Blood. 


XX. 


1  had  fainted,  unlefs  I  had  believed,  Pf.  xxvii.  13. 

1    O  H  E  W  me  the  Reafon,  O  my  God, 
kj     Why   I  afflicted  am  ; 
Since  thou  haft  wafh'd  me  in   thy  Blood, 
And  cover'd  all  my  Shame. 

1  Why 


C    «4    3 

2  Why  yet   mud  rebel  Nature  live 

To   fill    my  Heart  with  Pain  ? 
Why  yet  my   Jefus  muft  I   grieve  ? 
Shall  Nature  ne'er  be  flain  ? 

3  Ten  thoufand  Tears,  more  num'rous  Sighs, 

Flow  from  this    Heart   of  mine, 
In   ardent  Pray'r,  with  piercing  Cries, 
I   feek  Redrefs    in   vain, 

4  Whilft,  pafling  thro'  baptifmal    Fire, 

My  Spirit   frets  and  pines, 
And,  languifhing  with  fierce  Defirc, 
Would  know  thy  deep  Defigns. 

5  What !    muft  I  lofe  my  Friends    and  Fame, 

All  that's  to  be   defir'd  ? 
Have  vile  Contempt  pour'd  on  my  Name, 
Abhorr'd,  but   not   admir'd  ? 

6  What !  muft  Temptations  yet  prevail, 

And  Satan  fift  my  Heart  ? 
Whilft  inbred  Lufts  my  Mind  affail, 
And  caufe   me  grievous  Smart  ? 

7  Muft  Heaven,  Earth,  and  Hell  unite, 

Againft  me  in  this    War  ? 
How   (hall  I  bear  this  dreadful  Fight, 
Or  keep    from  foul  Defpair  ? 

3  Take 


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8  Take  tip  the  Crofs,  thy f elf  deny, 

(  O  moil  ungrateful  Sound  !  ) 
Alas  !  I  burn,  and  fink,  and  die, 
And  feci  the  Spirit's  Wound, 

9  Is  there  no  Way  to  glorify 

Thy  Death  and  honour' d  Name, 
Except  I  to  myfelf  thus  die, 

And  fwim  thro'  Floods  of  Shame  ? 

I  o  What !  be  deny'd  my  Heart's  Defire, 

My  Expectations  croft, 
Whilft  all  my  Joys  of  Senfe  expire. 
My  Reputation  loft  ? 

I I  The  Thought   of  this  diftracts  my  Heart, 

'Tis  worfe  than  Death  or  Hell ; 
The  Torment,  Pangs,  and  dreadful  Smart, 
My  Tongue  can  never  tell. 

1 2  Peace,  O  my   Soul ;  this  is  the  Path 

That  leads  to   Reft    divine  : 
'Tis  this  illuftrates  Jefrfs  Death, 
And  makes  his  Goodnefs  mine. 

13  Now,  with  my  Lord  nail'd  to  his  Crofs, 

I  feel  the  untold  Pain  ; 
But,  ah  !  how  loath  to  fuffer  Lofs 
Am  I,  tho'   'tis   my   Gain  ! 

M  14  O 


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14  O  Lamb!  'tis  thou  doft  excrcifc 

Me  with  this   fearching  Flame, 
And,  thro'  thy%  SuiPrings,  wilt  baptize 
Me  into  all   thy   Name. 

15  Since    this  I   know,  I  check  my  Fears, 

And  all  I   am  refign  ; 
Fly  from  my   Heart,  ye  anxious  Cares, 
My  Lamb,  I'm  wholly  thine. 


XXI. 


Be  ready  always  to  give  an  Anfwer  to  every  Man 
that  a/keth  you  a  Reafon  of  the  Hope  that  is  in 
you,   1  Pet.  iii.  15. 

1    OOlemnly  we  now  confefs, 
k3     The  Lord  our   Portion  is  ; 
He,  our  Joy  and  Righteoufnefs, 

Whilfl  we  are  ever  his  : 
Dead  with  Jefus,  freed  from  Sin, 

We   rife  with  him  for  ever  free  ; 
Now   with  him  are  enter'd  in, 

Where  we  his   Glory  fee. 

1  Human  Nature's  reconcil'd 

To   God,  the  Judge   of  all  ; 
In  which  Nature    ev'ry   Child 
Tveftor'd  from   Adam's  Fall, 

Bears 


[     37     ] 

Bears  his  Father's  facred  Name, 

New-born  his  Likenefs  from   Above, 

Joint-Partaker  with  the   Lamb 
Of  all  his  Nature,  Love. 

XXII. 

But  where  Sin  abounded,  Grace  did  much   more 
abound,  Rom.  v.  20. 

1  rynHE  Victory's   won, 

X       And  Satan  is  down  ; 
We  now  overcome, 
His  Kingdom  difown  : 
The  Seed  of  the  Woman 

Hath  bruifed  his  Head, 
Hath  made  us  that  new  Man, 
Which  Love  had  decreed. 

2  In   Adam  we  loft 

Our  Eden  by  Sin  ; 
But   we   now,   thro'   Chrijt, 
Again  are  brought  in : 
The  Vail  it  is  torn, 

And  Paradife  gain'd  : 
The  Father  hath  fworn ; 
His  Promife  mall   ftand, 

3  Our    Nature's  releas'd 

From  Sin,  Death,  and  Hell ; 
Jehovah  is  pleas' d 

With   Man   for   to   dwell: 

A  fit 


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A  fit  Habitation, 

In  Spirit,  for  God  ; 
A  bleft,  new    Creation, 

Pronounc'd  very  good. 

4  We  mourn  not   the  Hour 

That  Adam   did  fall, 
When   his   Will    and  Pow'r 
Was  forfeited  all  ; 
Nor  are   we  now   grieved, 

His  Glory  and  Crown 
Could  not   be  retrieved 
By  Works   of  his  own. 

5  It  was  on  this   Ground, 

The  Myft'ry  of  Grace 
Did  much  more   abound, 
When  Jefus  took  Place 
Of  Man,  the  Offender, 
To  die  as  our  Sin  ; 
And  Righteoufnefs  render 
Compleat, .  and  brought  in. 

6  By  this  was  made  known 

God's  Nature  as  Love  : 
This  we,  in    his  Son, 
For  ever    fhall  prove. 
By  Means  of  Tranfgreflion, 

This  Grace  was  reveal'd  : 
This  is  our  Confeflion, 
A  Truth  God  has  feal'd. 


7  When 


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7  When  Adam  was  pure, 
Yet    mutable  he  : 
In  Jefus  more  fure, 
Immutable  we  ; 
More  highly  exalted 

In  Chrift  the  God-man, 
Ne'er  to  be  aflaulted 
By  Satan  again. 

XXIII. 

Becaufe  the  Foolijhnefs  of  God  is  wifer  than  Men, 
and  the  Weaknefs  of  God  is  Jironger  than  Men, 
1  Cor.  i.  25, 

1  np  H  Y  Gofpel,  dear  Lamb, 

JL       Is   Spirit  and   Life, 
Deliv'ring  from  Shame, 

The  Bride,  thy   lov'd  Wife  ; 
Once   loft,  yet  thy  Blood    hath 

Reftor'd   us   again; 
God's  Weaknefs,  the  Word  faith, 

Is    ftronger   than  Men. 

2  Thy  Myfteries  feem 

Confufion  to    fpeak  ; 
And   in  Man's  Efteem 

Thy   Gofpel  is    weak ; 
But  mighty  thro'  Blood,  'twill 

Deliver  us  when 
The  Weaknefs  of  God  ftill 

Is  ftronger  than  Men, 

3  Thy 


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3  Thy  Inftruments  are 

But  low  in   Degree  ; 
'Tis   always  their    Care 

To  glorify  Thee  ; 
Through    Blood   they  arc   holy, 

Whilft  none  fhall  condemn  : 
God's  Weaknefs  moil  truly 

Is  flronger  than  Men. 

4  Tho'  rich,  thou   waft  poor, 

Tho'  high,  thou  waft  low ; 
Thou  empt'edft   thy  Store 

Salvation   to    fhew : 
Thine    infinite  Blood,  it 

Deliver'd    us   then  ; 
The    Weaknefs    of  God,  it 

Was  flronger  than  Men. 

5  All  hail,  thou  dear  Man, 

The  Weaknefs    of  God, 
Thy  Torment  and   Pain, 

Thy  Wounds,  and  thy  Blood, 
Declare    thy   Salvation  : 

We'll  praife   it    again, 
The  Weaknefs   of  God,  it 

Is  flronger   than  Men. 


XXIV. 


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XXIV. 

Father ,  I  will  that  they  alfo  whom  thou  haft  given 
me,  be  with  me  where  1  am,    John  xvii.  24* 


T 


1  H  E  Father's  Love  to  Man  fo  free. 
Made  us   the   Fulnefs  of  the  Son : 
The  Son,  he  wills  that   we  mould    be 
With  him,  where   e'er  he  is,  as  one. 

2  In  him  a  new  Creation   made, 

No  more  to  fail,  but  to   endure  ; 
"Where   we  the    Members,  he   the   Head, 
One  Body,  we're  conceived  pure. 

3  In  him,  in    his    myflerious  Birth, 

Born  in    him  as  that   holy  Thing, 
Whofe  Praife,  as  God  efpous'd   to   Earth, 
The  Angel   Hofl  with  Joy  did  fmg. 

4  In  him  together  circumcis'd,    . 

When   all  our  Filthinefs   of  Flefh, 
Which  God  in  Holinefs   defpis'd, 
Was  quite  put  off  in   Righteoufnefs. 

5  In  him,  in  all  the  Works   he  wrought ; 

In  him  together  crucify'd  ; 
In  him,  as  rifen  without  Fault, 
And   in  him  fully  glorify' d. 

6  With 


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6  With  him,  where  e'er  he  was,  we  were, 

In  all  Conditions  ftill  the  fame  ; 
With  him,  where  e'er  he  is,  we  are, 
And  as  him  pure  and  free  from  Blame. 

7  In  feeing  him,  ourfelves  we  fee, 

And  all  his  Glory  as  our  own  ; 
Our  Joy  is  full,  the  Son  is  free, 

And  J  ejus  wears  th'  eternal  Crown. 


XXV. 


For  I  determined  not  to  know  any  'Thing  among  you, 
fave  J  ejus  Chriji  and  him  crucified,  i  Cor.  ii.  2. 

i    ^l  U  THILST  *  celeuLial  Themes  purfue, 
W     How  God,  my  Saviour,  lov'd  to  Death  j 
Thefe  Notes  to  me  are  ever  new, 
And  will  be  to  my  later!  Breath. 

i  Almighty  Babe  !  in  BethPhem  born, 
The   Object  of  my  folemn  Praife, 
Treated  by  Infidels    with   Scorn, 
!  \    But  Life,  and   Soul  of  all  my  Joys. 

3  Hail !  everlafting  Father,  God, 

Debas'd,   and    in  a  Servant's   Form ; 
Thou  conquer'dfl   by  thy  Wounds  and  Blood, 
In  Likenefs  of  a  finful  Worm. 

4  Dear 


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4  Dear  Man  of  Sorrows,  Thee  we  hail  ! 

Forfaken,  Friendlefs,   difefteem'd, 
Thy  Griefs,  and  Blood,  and  Tears  prevail, 
And  have  our  Soul  from  Hell  redeemed. 

e  All  hail !  Thou  agonizing  God, 

Whofe  pregnant  Veins  wererack'd  with  Pain, 
In  fervent  Love,  they  burit  with  Blood, 
Defcending  as  the  early  Rain. 

6  Hail !  holy  Lamb,  to  Slaughter  led, 

Silent  and  guilty  in  our  Stead, 
To  Death  by  Man's  Offence  betray'd, 
Juft  as  the  Father's  Love  decreed. 

7  With  Shame  and  Ignominy  us'd, 

Dragg'd  by  a  Prieft-rid  Mob  to  Court, 
With  cruel  Mockings  there  abus'd, 
Mefliah,  was  the  Clergy's  Sport. 

5  Condemn' d ,  and  to  the  Heathen  fent, 

They  follow  with  their  louder  Cry  ; 
Like  Blood-hounds  flill  upon  the  Scent, 
Infatiate  'till  the  SaviGitr  die. 

9  The  Ploughers  plough  his  facred  Flefh, 

Make  long  and  bloody  Furrows  there. 

With  Inftruments  of  Pain  they  threfh. 

And  mercilefs  his  Body  tear. 

v 

N  io  His 


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i  o  His  Praifes  mall  be  my  Employ  ! 

To  pay  my  Debts,  he  drain'd  his  Store  ; 
That  we,  poor  Worms,  might  fing  for  Joy, 
Heav'n  dying,  bled  at  ev'ry  Pore. 

1 1  This  is  the  higheft  Proof  of  Love  ! 
The  nature,  bofom  Love  of  God  ! 
I  rife  to  dwell  in  this  Above, 

Led  by  the  Track  of  Jefu\  Blood. 

XXVI. 

Blejfed  are  the  Dead,  which  die  in  the  Lord, 
Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1    ^  *  TITH  folemn  Shout  we  fing  thy  Praife^ 
\\     Ancient  of  everlafling  Days  ! 
Thou  daily  gather'ft  Home  thine  own, 
Who  bear  thy  Crofs,  to  wear  thy  Crown. 

1  Let  all  rejoice,  and  no  one  grieve, 
This  Day  we  meet  to  take  our  Leave 
Of  our  dear  Brother's  precious  Duft, 
Until  the  riling  of  the  Jufl. 

«  One  with  the  Body  of  the  Lamb, 
SeaPd  with  Emmanuel's  new  Name, 
A  Member  of  his  Flefh  and  Bone, 
By  Blood  redeem'd,  to  Heav'n  he's  gone. 

4  Whilft 


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4  Whilft  here  below,  he  knew  the  Lord, 
And  fanctify'd  in  God  the  Word ; 

In  him  his  Spirit  now  mall  dwell, 
A  Conq'ror  over  Death  and  Hell. 

5  See  !  how  he  treads  the  Courts  Above, 
The  Pavements  of  eternal  Love, 
Wond'ring  he  kneels,  and  hails  that  Blood, 
Which  reconciPd  his  Heart  to  God. 

6  Hark  !  how  he  thunders  Jefu\  Name, 
Before  the  Throne  a  burning  Flame : 
With  the  united  Hofl  he  bows, 

And  no  more  Grief  or  Trouble  knows. 

7  Then  mourn  not  o'er  the  lifelefs  Clay, 
But  wait  the  Refurrecl;ion-day, 
When  Chrift  the  Saviour  mail  appear, 
And  he  come  with  him  in  the  Air. 

XXVII. 

In  Burnt -Offerings  and  Sacrifices  for  Sin,  thou  hadjl 
no  Pleafure.  Then  /aid  he,  Lo  I  I  come  to  do- 
thy  Will,  0  God,  Heb.  x.  6,  9. 

1  TTTHEN  God  would  manifeft  his  Grace 
W     To  Man  that  he  might  prove 
The  Glories  of  the  Father's  Face, 
And  feel  his  Nature,  Love  : 


He 


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He  faid  he  would  not  Sacrifice, 

As  offer'd  by  the  Law  ; 
All  human  Merit  would  defpife, 

His  Frcfence  thence  withdraw. 

2  Then  faid  the  Saviour,  Lo,  I  corns 

To  do  thy  Will,  My  God; 
He  brought  his  Sons  and  Daughters  home 

By  pouring  out  his  Blood  : 
That  they  with  him  might  enter  in 

To  all  the  Heav'n  of  Love  ; 
His  Death  did  make  an  End  of  Sin, 

The  Stumbling-block  remove. 

3  Thou  Lord,  a  Body  didft  prepare, 

Thy  own  collected  Seed, 
For  him  eternally  to  wear, 

And  be  the  living  Llead. 
Obedient  in  this  Body  he 

Thy  Counfel  did  fulfil, 
Did  every  Member  purify, 

And  do  thy  perfect  Will. 

4  This  is  the  Kappinefs  we  prove, 

That  we  the  Body  are, 
Which  our  great  Father  in  his  Love, 

For  J  ejus  did  prepare  : 
The  My  fiery  of  that  conceiv'd 

Within  the  Virgin's  Womb  ; 
Which  liv'd,  and  dy'd,  and  was  receiv'd 

In  Heav'n,  rais'd  from  the  Tomb. 

5  With 


[    97    ] 

5  With  Chrift  in  Soul  and  Body  one, 

We  evermore  are  bleft  ; 
Afpiring  to  the  perfect  Son, 

We  enter  perfect  Reft  ; 
Pre-eminence  to  him  is  giv'n, 

Yet  in  this  glorious  Plan, 
The  Head  and  Members  entered  Heav'n, 

In  one  exalted  Man. 

XXVIII. 


When  it  pleafed  God  to  reveal  his  Son  in  me,  im- 
mediately I  conferred  not  with  Flejh  and  Blood, 
Gal.  i.  15,,  16. 

HEN  God  our  Father's  pleas'd 
For  to  reveal  his  Son, 
Immediately  our  Conscience  eas'd 
Becomes  his  peaceful  Throne. 

2  Confult  we  then  no  more 

Our  Senfes,  Flefh  and  Blood, 

But  in  the  Day  of  heav'nly  Pow'r 

Commence  the  Sons  of  God. 

3  Included  all  in  One, 

We  now  with  Rapture  tell, 

We're  in  the  Father's  only  Son, 

In  whom  he's  pleafed  well : 

4  This 


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4  This  doth  our  God  make  known 

To  mortal  Worms  below : 
All  other  Matters  we  difown, 
This  only  will  we  know. 

5  We  leave  this  World  behind, 

With  all  its  Faith  and  Forms, 
And  live  in  the  eternal  Mind, 
Free  from  all  Hell's  Alarms. 

6  What  Senfe  fuggefls  we  leave, 

With  Reafon's  doubtful  Plan, 
And  in  the  Spirit's  Power  cleave 
To  Chrijl,  the  perfect  Man. 

XXIX. 

Come  hither,  and  I  will  jhew  thee  the  Bride,  the 
Lamb's  Wife,  Rev.  xxi.  9. 

HEN  blinded  with  Pride, 
How  vainly  we  try'd 
To  find  upon  Earth  the  Lamb's  beautiful  Bride. 

2  Of  Man  we  enquired, 
For  her  we  admir'd, 

Whofe  Peace  and  Communion  we  greatly  defir'd. 

3  Some  faid  we  fliould  find, 
If  we  were  inclin'd, 

The  Bride  amongft  Men  of  an  orthodox  Mind. 

4  We 


* 


C     99     ] 

4  We  fought  amongft  them, 
The  Bride  of  the  Lamb, 

But  heard  them  contend,    and   their    Brethren 
condemn  : 

5  Their  Hatred  and  Strife, 
And  bigotted  Life, 

Made  us  to  conclude  they  were  not  the  Lamb's 
Wife. 

6  Much  griev'd  and  perplex'd, 
We  fought  for  her  next 

Where  Practice  of  Piety's  always  the  Text. 

7  Of  Holinefs  there 
We  always  did  hear, 

And  carefully  watched  to  fee  it  appear. 

8  To  witnefs  their  Grace, 
Soft  Words  and   Grimace, 

Still  dropt  from  the  Tongue,  and  appear'd  on 
the  Face. 

o  Of  Fafting  and  Pray'r, 
Of  watching  with  Care, 
And  proving  Man's  Piety  by  his  Defpair. 

io  Of  Gefture  and  Drefs, 

As  Matters  of  Strefs  ; 
The  pow'rful  Ingredients  of  Self-Righteoufnefs. 


ii 


Self- 


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1 i  Self-goodnefs  and  Pride, 

And  Evils  befide, 
The  Beaft  upon  which  the  Whore   drunken  doth 
ride. 

12  'Twas  now  we  retir'd, 
And  deeply  defpair'd 

To  find  upon  Earth  what  we  fo  much  deftVd. 

13  We  fought  her  by  Name, 
As  one  without  Blame  : 

For  fuch  is  the  Darling,  the  Spoufe  of  the  Lamb. 

XXX. 

The  fame. 


1    llTE're  certainly  fare, 

W     And  fhall  evermore, 
That  all  the  Religion  of  Man  is  impure. 


a  An  Angel  of  Death, 

Who  pours  forth  the  Wrath 
Of  God,  the  Eternal,  upon  our  vile  Earth. 

3  His  Vial  took  up, 

And  pour'd  out  each  Drop, 
Our  Fleih  to  confume  thus  he  emptied  his  Cup. 

4  Then 


[       101       ] 

4  Then  fpake,  as  new  Life, 
To  end  all  my  Strife, 

Come  hither,  I'll  Ihew  thee  the  Bride,  the  Lamb's 
Wife. 

5  In  Spirit  he  caught 
Me,  fwift  as  a  Thought, 

From  Adam  the  earthly  he  quickly  me  brought, 

6  Up  where  the  Lamb  flands, 
In  the  midft  of  his  Friends  ; 

A  Mountain  whofe  Top  above  Heaven  afcends. 

7  Our  Nature  made  clean, 
As  J  ejus  is  feen, 

Is  th'  holy  high  Mountain  which  I  do  here  mean* 

8  Brought  here  to  abide, 
I  quickly  efpy'd, 

In  all  her  Adorning,  the  beautiful  Bride. 

9  Mofl  glorious  her  Name, 
And  free  from  all  Blame, 

The  holy  Jerufalemy  Wife  of  the  Lamb. 

lo^From  Heav'n  coming  down, 

An  eternal  Renown, 
As  having  the  Glory  of  God  for  her  owa. 

O  xi  Moft 


[       10*       ] 

1 1  Moft  precious  her  Light, 

As  Jafper  is  bright, 
Yea,  clear  as  the  Cryftal  appears  to  tie  Sight. 

XXXI. 

Thefanvc. 

I    |  AElivcr'd  from  Pain, 
JL/  Lo !  now  I  attain, 
To  know  her  I  fought  for  on  Earth  fo  in  Vain. 

i  The  Bride's  Purity, 
I  fee  thro'  the  Eye 
Of  her  God  and  Huiband,  who  dwellcth  on  high. 

3  In  Spirit,  now  bold, 
I  plainly  behold, 

I  am  of  this  Body,  O  Wonder  untold! 

4  I  now  am  at  Peace  j 
I  live  in  the  Grace, 

That  keeps  the  Bride    ever  in  th*  Hufband's 
Embrace. 

5  My  Praife  fhall  abound 
With  heavenly  Sound, 

A  Church  now  perfected  in  Love  I  have  found  ! 

6  My 


[     5°3    3 

6  My  Jefus  reveals. 

By  op'ning  the  Seals 

To  me,  what  from  Thoufands  he  ever  conceals. 

t 

xxxu. 

The  Voice  faid,  Cry.  And  he  /aid,  What  /hall  I 
cry  f  All  Flejh  is  Grafs,  and  all  the  Goodlinefs 
thereof  is  as  the  Flower  of  the  Field.  The  Grafs 
withereth,  the  Flower  fadeth  ;  becaufe  the  Spirit 
of  the  Lord  bloweth  upon  it — but  the  Word  of 
our  God  Jhall  ft  and  for -ever,  Ifa.  xl.  6,  7,  8. 

'Ond'rous  Voice,  which  cries  with  Pow'r, 
All  Flefh  as  Grafs  is  mean  \ 
All  its  Good  is  as  the  Flow'r 

Which  fades,  and  is  not  feen : 
Surely  all  the  People's  Grafs  ; 

Nor  is  their  Goodlinefs  efteem'd  : 
All  their  Work  and  Righteoufnefs 
Are  fading  Flowers  deem'd. 

Blows  the  Spirit  of  our  God, 

All  nefhly  Good  is  loft  \ 
Speaks  with  Pow'r  the  Saviour's  Blood  ; 

Man's  Glory  finks  to  Duft  : 
Fails  all  Flefh  before  the  Lord, 

And,  withering,  dies  at  his  Command  \ 
Nought  but  God's  eternal  Word 

Shall  in  his  Presence  ftand. 

£  Jefa 


3  Jefus  only  fhall  endure, 

And  nothing  ftand  befide  ; 
He,  that  Word  of  God  moil  fure, 

In  whom  exilts  his  Bride  : 
Bleft  in  him  with  perfect  Peace, 

We  ceafe  from  all  our  flefhly  Good  $ 
He  came  witneffing  this  Grace, 

By  Water  and  by  Blood. 

4  Now  is  Jefus  all  in  all, 

My  Soul  is  fatisfy'd  ; 
All  my  Guilt,  by  Adam's  Fall, 

Ceas'd  when  the  Saviour  dy'd  $ 
With  him  I  arofe  to  Light, 

And  glor'ous  Immortality ; 
In  him  beauteous  to  the  Sight 

Of  facred  Deity. 

5  O  how  wond'rous  is  the  Grace  ! 

The  Lamb  accepted  (lands  ! 
In  him  fliines  the  Father's  Face 

On  Souls  from  ev'ry  Land  : 
He  our  Captain,  Prince,  and  Head, 

Foundation  of  this  Truth  divine  ; 
All  Jehovah's  fav'rite  Seed 

Collected  in  him  fhine. 


XXXIII. 


C    io5    ] 

XXXIII. 

Behold  the  Lion  of  the  Tribe  of  Judah,  the  Root  of 
David,  hath  prevailed  to  open  the  Book,  and 
loofe  the  Seals  thereof  And  I  beheld  a  Lamb  as 
it  had  been/lain  ;  and  he  came  and  took  the  Book 
out  of  the  right  Hand  of  him  who  fat  on  the 
Throne,  Rev.  v.  5,  6,  7. 

"HAT  dazzling  Glories  ftrike  mine  Eye  \ 

How  infinite  the  Myftery  ! 
What  Truth  divine  doth  God  reveal, 
When  Judah's  Lion  breaks  the  Seal ! 
Expounds  to  Man  that  facred  Book, 
Which  from  the  Father's  Hand  he  took. 

2  Long  did  this  Secret  lie  conceaPd 
In  God,  nor  was  it  yet  reveal' d  ; 
Nor  Men,  nor  Angels  could  difcern, 
Nor  might  the  Father's  Nature  learn  : 
Nor  was  there  found  a  worthy  One 
To  take  the  Book,  and  look  thereon. 

3  But,  to  difpel  our  gloomy  Fears, 

A  Lamb  with  Marks  of  Death  appears  ; 

Deep  Wounds,  with  Blood-exhaufted  Vein, 

Denoted  that  he  had  been  liain  : 

And  in  that  wounded  Form  prevail'd 

To  read  the  Book,  tho*  fev'n  Times  feal'd. 

4  When 


I     106     ] 

4  When  cv'ry  Seal  is  open  broke, 
And  each  attending  Voice  hath  fpoke, 
An  univerfal  Silence  reigns, 
Whilft  he  the  facred  Page  explains  : 
Our  Heav'n  itfelf  in  Silence  waits, 
What  the  dear  worthy  Lamb  relates, 

XXXIV. 

!f "he  fame, 

i   ^^IHRIST's  Birth  and  Circumcifion  too, 
\^A  His  Fading  and  Temptation  fhew, 
His  Agony  and  bloody  Sweat, 
His  wounded  Heart  and  Torments  great, 
His  Blood,  his  Death,  and  all  fhall  prove 
The  Fulnefs  of  the  Godhead-Love. 

2  'Tis  he  who  groans  and  cries  aloud, 

And  weeps,  and  fighs,  and  hangs  in  Blood  ; 

'Tis  as  his  Soul  was  put  to  Pain, 

And  as  he  was  mod  fharply  flain ; 

That  he  is  worthy  to  unfeal 

The  Book  of  God,  and  all  reveal. 

3  Under  this  Form,  we  hear  him  preach, 
And,  by  his  Wounds,  his  Brethren  teach* 
That  God  is  Love  to  favour'd  Man, 

And  was  ere  Worlds  or  Time  began  ; 
His  Being,  Name,  and  Nature,  Love  : 
This  calls  us  up  to  Worlds  above. 

<  4  Our 


y 


4  Our  Nature's  Curfe,  our  Sin  and  Pride, 
Are  now  deftroy'd,  and  all  befide, 
Which  renders  it  unmeet  for  God  ; 
The  Lamb  hath  purg'd  us  by  his  Blood : 
Our  Happinefs  he  always  wills, 
And  in  us  all  his  Joy  fulfils. 

XXXV. 

Who  hath  faved  us,  and  called  us  with  an  holy 
Calling  ;  not  according  to  cur  Works,  but  ac- 
cording to  his  own  Furpofe  and  Grace,  which 
was  given  us  in  Chrijl  Jefus,  before  the  World 
began  :  But  is  now  made  manifefi,  by  the  Ap- 
pearing of  our  Saviour  Jefus  Chrifl,  2  Tim.  i. 
9,   10. 

i^^TTOnd'rousthe  Grace  which  now  we  prove  ! 
VV    Led  up  to  the  Creator's  Love, 

With  every  perfect  Spirit  j 
The  Nature,  Love,  and  Life  in  God, 
We  foar  to  know,  by  Jefu's  Blood, 
And  all  its  Blifs  inherit : 
Now  feaPd, 
And  heaPd 
Of  our  Blindnefs, 
Thro'  the  Kindnefs 
Of  our  Jefus, 
Who  from  Sin  did  quite  releafe  us. 

t  Our 


C     io3     ] 

i   Our  God  fo  lov'd  his  Creature  Man  ; 
He  was  before  the  World  began 
The  fir  ft  Word  by  him  fpoken  : 
Declared  then  his  only  Son 
In  Union  with  the  Godhead  one  ; 
A  perfecl  Proof  and  Token 
Of  Grace 
And  Peace  ; 
All  this  Blemng, 
Without  ceafing, 
To  the  Creature, 
And  that  God  did  love  their  Nature. 

3  Whilfl  all  in  Heav'n  rejoic'd  in  this, 
Tho'  they  but  faintly  faw  the  Blifs 

Of  human  Exaltation  ; 
We,  whom  it  molt  concern' d  to  know, 
Were  kept  in  Blindnefs  here  below, 
By  Sin  from  all  Senfation. 
Nor  could, 
Nor  would 
We  believe  it, 
Nor  receive  it, 
When  he  prov'd  us, 
Saying,  Our  Creator  lov'd  us. 

4  The  Father  faw  us  funk  in  Sin, 
Our  Nature  fpoiled,  blind,  unclean, 

Unmeet  for  his  enjoying  ; 
Refolv'd  he  was  to  work  our  Cure, 
Refolv'd  to  make  our  Nature  pure, 

By  all  our  Sins  deftroying  : 

Then 


[    io9   ] 

Then  Love 
Above , 
Laid  the  Scheme,  of 
What's  the  Theme  of 
All  the  blefled, 
Who  are  of  their  God  carefled. 

5  The  Father  fends  his  only  Son  \ 

Yea,  comes  himfelf  to  Worms  undone  ; 

Is  found  in  all  our  Fafhion  ; 
Thro'  all  our  Reputation's  Lofs, 
He  tracks  us  to  the  fhameful  Crofs, 
And  feels  us  in  his  Paffion. 
We  fell 
To  Hell ; 
He  o'er  took  us, 
Nor  forfook  us ; 
But  redeem'd  us, 
And  as  his  own  Hcav'n  efteem'd  us. 

XXXVL 


The  fame. 

HOW  deep  was  that  which  Chrifi  fuftain'd, 
When  in  his  Soul  and  Body  pain'd, 
He  figh'd,  and  wept,  and  roar'd  ; 
From  many  Wounds  a  fecond  Flood 
Springs  forth,  which  drowns  the  World  in  Blood ! 
By  which  we  are  affured, 

P  His 


[     no     ] 

His  Pain's 
Our  Gain  ; 
For  he  died 
Greatly  tried, 
As  our  Folly  ; 
Our  Offence  there  ceafes  wholly. 

2  From  Sin  and  Sinner's  Curfe  he  rofe 
Triumphant  over  all  his  Foes, 

And  thus  reflor'd  our  Nature  ; 
And  in  that  Nature  every  Child 
To  Godhead  fully  reconcil'd, 
Receiv'd  their  Father's  Feature  : 
Fully 
Holy, 
In  his  Likenefs 
Are  his  Brightneis  ; 
Each  begotten, 
Bears  his  Im#ge  who  begot  him. 

3  Now,  through  the  Saviour's  Blood,  we  prove 
The  Father's  Heart  and  Nature  Love, 

And  all  our  Warfare  finifh'd  ; 
Nor  Good,  nor  Bad,  as  wrought  by  Man, 
Availeth  here  \  nor  is  this  Plan 
Added  to  or  diminifh'd  ; 
Our  Blifs 
Is  this  : 
Jefus  lives  us 
Freely  gives  us 
(True  the  Story) 
All  his  Sonfhip,  Fruits  and  Glory, 

XXXVII. 


C    in    3 

XXXVII. 

In  the  Beauties  of  Holinefs  from  the  Womb  of  the 
Morning,  thou  haft  the  Dew  of  thy  Youth,  Pf. 


HAT  Glories  furrounding  my  Saviour 
I  fee  ! 

What  Beauties  triumphant,  my  Jefus  in  Thee  ! 
What  Glory,  or  Power  may  with  Thee  com- 
pare, 
Or  thy  Generation,  what  Tongue  can  declare  ? 
The  Heavens  are  filent  and  cannot  decide, 
This  Myftery  only  belongs  to  the  Bride. 

i  Thou  haft,  my  dear    Saviour,  in   Glory   and 

Truth, 
From  the  Womb  of  the  Morning,  the  Dew  of 

thy  Youth  : 
The  Morning  of  Love,  eternal  and  bright, 
With  Honour    bedew'd  thee,    and  nourifh'd 

thee  right ; 
When  fecretly  thou  waft  exifting  above, 
In  God,  as  the  Word,  and  the  Son  of  his  Love. 

3  Thine  Off-fpring  for  Number  as  Sands  on  the 
Shore, 
Or  Morning  Dew  Drops  on  the  Earth  fcatter'd 
o'er, 

Were 


[    u*    ] 

Were  then  as  thy  Myftery,  Fulnefs  and  Truth, 
All  gather'd  in  thee  as  the  Dew  of  thy  Youth  : 
In  thee  as  thy  Splendor  of  Youth  did  we  fhine  ; 
In  Beauties  of  Holinefs,  Godlike,  divine. 

4  And  when   we   had   fallen   from    Heaven   to 

Earth, 
And  could  not  return  there,  but  thro'  a  new 

Birth  ; 
Our  Nature  as  fpoil'd,  in  Adam  who  fell, 
As  funk  in  our  Reafon  and  Senfes  to  Hell, 
We  then  were  in  Myft'ry  preferved  in  thee  \ 
Our  Earthy  tho'  fallen,  our  Heavenly  was  free 

5  As  the  fecond  Adam  then  didft  thou  appear, 
The  Lord  from  on  High  for  to  banifh  our  Fear  ; 
Thou  found'ft  us  funk  in  the  earthy  loft  Man, 
And  him  thou  affumedft  to  finifli  the  Plan, 
That  Plan  where  'twas  fix'd  that  Tranfgrefhon 

mould  ceafe, 
And  all  our  Creation  reftor'd  to  thy  Peace* 

6  This  haft  thou  effected  by  fhedding  thy  Blood, 
Haft  brought  back  our  Nature  in  Union  with 

God. 
From  the  earthy  Man  thou  haft  fet  us  free, 
Haft  brought  us  to  live  and  to  triumph  in  thee. 
'Tis  here  we  receive  our  Intelligence  fure, 
Of  our  Prefervation  in  thee  always  pure. 


XXXV1IL 


C    \ij    3 

XXXVIII. 

"To  the  Intent  that  now  unto  the  Principalities  and 
Powers  in  heavenly  Places,  might  be  known,  by 
the  Church,  the  manifold  Wijdom  of  God,  Eph. 
iii.  10. 

H  O  can  fay  what  Glories  lie 
Hid  in  Jefu's  Myftery  ? 
What  the  Birth  he  had  from  God  ? 
What  the  Riches  of  his  Blood  ? 

O,  thou  favour'd  Bride  ! 
Honour'd  when  thy  Lover  dy'd  ; 
With  a  Proof  of  Love  divine, 
Say,  how  all  he  is,  is  thine. 

2  My  Belov'd,  the  holy  One, 
Our  eternal  Father's  Son, 
Always  did  in  God  exift, 

Ere  he  was  declar'd  the  Chrijf  : 

Secret  of  the  Lord, 
God's  internal  formed  Word, 
His  eternal  Thought  of  Man, 
Now  reveal'd  in  Gofpel  Plan. 

3  This  lay  hid  till  Luft  conceiv'd, 
Bringing  forth  what  foon  bereav'd 
Man  of  all  his  Righteoufnefs, 
Life,  and  Soul,  and  Happinefs  ; 

Then  was  that  reveal'd, 
Which  fo  long  had  been  conccal'd, 

How 


[      "4     ] 

How  that  heavenly  Man  our  Head, 
Was  the  Church's  Root  and  Seed. 

4  He  our  faithful  Seed  and  true, 
Root  divine  on  which  we  grew, 
Sould  reftore  our  blafted  Tree, 
Set  our  captive  Nature  free  j 

Thus  preferv'd  in  him, 
He  was  deftined  to  redeem 
Us  from  Sin  and  Satan's  Pow'r, 
Our  Intelligence  reftore. 

XXXIX. 

The  fa?ne* 

i  HOO  redeem  our  Souls  he  comes, 
X     And  our  earthy  Man  affumes  $ 
All  his  Image  fully  bears, 
All  his  Curfe,  and  Sin,  and  Fears, 

Sunk  to  all  his  Hell  ; 
Follow'd  him  where  e'er  he  fell, 
Careful  ftill  for  to  expofe 
Sin  to  all  deferved  Woes. 

2  Thro'  his  Side  and  pierced  Heart ; 
Thro'  each  nervous  tender  Part, 
The  awaken'd  Sword  of  God, 
Bath'd  in  Heav'n,  in  Sinners  Blood. 

O  !  the  Myftery, 
Thro'  his  Body's  Agony, 


The 


[     "5     ] 

The  Battle  cnter'd  to  his  Soul, 
Floods  of  Wrath  did  o'er  him  roll. 

3  Sweat,  and  Blood,  and  ftreaming  Wounds, 
Cover  him,  whilft  dreadful  Sounds 

Rend  the  frighted  Atmofphere, 
Piercing  ev'ry  hearing  Ear  : 

Mcft  confufed  Noife ! 
Now  we  hear  the  Conq'ror's  Voice  ; 
Then  deep  Groans  and  horrid  Yell, 
All  the  wild  uproar  of  HelL 

4  See  the  Battle  fiercer  grow  ; 
Blood  in  mighty  Torrents  flow  ; 
Quakes  the  Earth,  and  rends  the  Rocks, 
Nature  feels  tremendous  Shocks, 

Whilft  the  Sun,  by  Flight, 
Speaks  the  near  approach  of  Night  5 
Bury'ng  all  the  Conq'rors  Wrath 
In  the  vanquifh'd  Rebels  Death. 

XL. 

The  fame.. 

1      A    LLis  hum,  the  Battle's  o'er  ! 
XX  Darknefs  reigns  in  purple  Gore  \ 
Each  Intelligence  intent 
Trembling  waits  the  great  Event. 

All  are  in  Sufpenfe 

Here  I'll  flay,  nor  wander  hence, 

'Till 


[     "6     3 

'Till  the  Day-fpring  from  on  High 
Speaks,  who  gain'd  the  Victory. 

2  See  a  Gleam  of  Light  appears  ! 
Combats  now  my  Hope  and  Fears  ; 
Now  the  heav'nly  Glory's  come  ; 

O  !  who  darts  from  yonder  Tomb, 

Cover'd  all  with  Blood, 
Pale  and  wounded  ?  'Tis  my  God  ! 
'Tis  the  Man  who  conqu'ring  fell, 
Dying,  vanquifh'd  Death  and  Hell ! 

3  Heav'nly  Laurels  crown  his  Head  ! 
Sin,  and  Hell,  and  Death  are  dead ; 
The  old  Serpent's.  Head  is  broke  ; 
Heav'n  by  Violence  is  took. 

Hail  1  thou  conq'ring  Heart ; 
Thou  my  new  Creation  art : 
Hail !  my  Flefh,  and  Bone,  and  Blood  ; 
Hail  !  myfelf,  redeem'd  to  God. 

4  I  in  him,  and  he  in  me, 
Perfect  one  in  Myftery  ; 

With  him,  where,  and  as  he  is, 
Fully  enter'd  into  Blifs  : 

There  (hall  I  abide, 
In  my  Nature  purify'd  : 
Here  I  enter  perfect  Reft : 
The  Father's  Praife,  his  King  and  Prieft. 


XLL 


C     "7    1 
XLI. 

And  he  that  fat  upon  the  ^Throne  faid,  Behold,  I 
make  all  Things  new — And  he  faid  unto  me,  It 
is  done  ;  I  am  Alpha  and  Omega,  the  Begin-* 
ning  and  the  End,  Rev.  xxi.  5,  6, 

HEN  favour'd  John  beheld 
The  Vifions  of  the  Lord, 
With  Admiration  mTd, 

He  heard  the  Father's  Word 
Revealing  what  his  Purpofe  was, 
And  what  his  Love  ihould  bring  to  pafs. 

1  Thus  fpake  the  fov'reign  Lord, 

Whilfl  on  his  Throne  he  fat, 
"  Hear  ye  my-faithful  Word  ; 

cc  Behold  I  will  create, 
"  And  make  all  Things  in  Love  anew  : 
"  Write  thou  thefe  Words,  for  they  are  true." 

3  When  God  had  thus  declar'd 

The  fecret  of  his  Will,  ' 

The  Man  who  was  prepar'd 

His  Counfel  to  fulfil, 
Emphatically  fpake  to  John, 
And  faid,  "  Behold,  the  Work  is  done  : 

4  "  For  I  the  Alpha  am, 

"  And  the  Omega  too  ; 

(^  « You, 


[     "8     ] 

"  You,  in  this  facred  Name, 

"  The  fininVd  Work  may  view : 
"  I,  the  Beginning  and  the  End 
"  Of  all  the  Joys  which  you  attend." 

5  The  Father's  great  Decree 

In  him  is  now  fulfiird  j 
In  Spirit  there  we  fee 

All  Things  are  reconcil'd, 
And  made  conformable  to  God, 
Wafh'd  from  all  Filth  in  Jefu\  Blood. 

6  New  Heav'ns  and  Earth  we  fpy, 

With  Hearts  of  God  infpir'd, 
Which  ancient  Prophecy 

Foretold,  and  Saints  defird  : 
That  Jefus  is  this  Grace,  is  true, 
Where  old  Things  ceafe,  and  all  is  new. 

7  New  Nature,  pure,  divine, 

New  Teftament  and  Plan, 
New  Glories  on  us  fhine, 
.   In  Cbrift  the  heav'nly  Man  ; 
Our  old  Man  he  was  crucify'd, 
And  loft  from  us  when  Jefus  dy'd. 

8  'Tis  done,  we're  made  anew, 

And  our  Intelligence 
Receives  the  Record  true  ; 

In  Spirit  we  commence 

That  perfect  Man,  who  did  proclaim 

The  firft  and  laft  to  be  his  Name, 

XLII. 


[     n9     ] 
XLIL 

And  bis  Name  Jhall  be  called  WONDERFUL, 

Ifa.  ix.  6. 

i  TTTONDERFUL  thy  Name  we  call, 
VV    And  wonderful  thou  art ! 
We,  in  Spirit,  proftrate  fall, 

And  hail  thy  wounded  Heart  ! 
Thou  haft  us  redeemed  to  God, 

From  ev'ry  Nation,  Kindred,  Tongue  ; 
Thou  haft  wafh'd  us  in  thy  Blood, 
And  taught  us  the  new  Song. 

i  Jefus  only  is  the  Lord, 

He  only  holy  is  ; 
Jefus  is  by  us  ador'd, 

He  is  our  perfect  Blifs  ; 
We  in  him,  and  he  in  us, 

Thro'  all  his  Wounds,  and  Death,  and  Blood, 
In  one  Body  on  the  Crofs 

Were  perfected  to  God. 

3  Thou,  O  Chrift,  in  Zion  prais'd, 

Whom  we  our  Saviour  call, 
In  the  Godhead's  Glory  raisM 

Above  the  Heavens  all : 
Thee  we  hail,  thou  Prince  of  Heav'n  ! 

*Tis  thee  we  hail,  thou  faithful  Heart  ! 
Thou  thyfelf  to  us  haft  giv'n  ; 

All  hail  our  better  Part ! 

4  Wor- 


[       120       ] 

4  Worthy  is  the  holy  Lamb, 

Pre-eminence  is  giv'n  ; 
Greatly  glorious  is  his  Name, 

Above  the  highefl  Heav'n  ! 
Yet  he  names  on  us  his  Name, 

And  boldly  owns  the  Brotherhood* 
Calls  us  Brethren  without  Shame, 

And  us  prefents  to  God. 

XLIIt. 

The  Anfwer  of  a  good  Confcience  towards  God,  by 
the  Refurreclion  of  Jefus  Chrift,   i  Pet.  iii.  2 1. 

HAT  Beauties  divine 
In  Jefus  do  fhine  ! 
And  yet  all  I  fee,  I,  with  Boldnefs,  call  mine. 

2  With  him  crucify'd, 
When  Jefus  he  dy'd, 

My  Nature  was  purg'd,  and  to  God  purify 'd. 

3  To  me  it  is  plain 
When  Jefus  was  flain, 

Eternal  Redemption  he  then  did  obtain. 

4  From  Bondage  and  Chains, 
From  Sin  and  Hell-pains, 

Redemption  of  all  in  one  Man  he  obtains. 

« 
5  BaP" 


[    I21    ] 

5  Baptiz'd  into  him, 
Who  did  me  redeem, 

His  Perfon  and  Glories  are  my  conftant  Theme. 

6  For  all  of  the  Lamb 
I  rightfully  claim, 

To  reft  in  his  Fulnefs  of  Stature  I  aim. 

7  The  Father  makes  known 
What  he  hath  beftown 

On  Chrift)  and  inftructs  me  to  call  it  my  own. 

XLIV. 

The  fame, 

i  T^JOR  Reafon,  nor  Senfe 

i^l    Knows  how  I  commence 
The  Man  that  is  perfect,  and  free  from  Offence. 

2  And  yet  what  I  fay 

Is  Truth,  and  the  Way 
To  Reft  that  is  glorious,  tho5  Reafon  fay  nay. 

3  In  Jefus  as  clean 

My  Spirit's  brought  in, 
Where  I  fhall  no  more  have  a  Confcience  of  Sin, 

4  My  Confcience  is  pure 
In  J 'ejus ',  and  fure 

Of  anfwering  in  Peace  towards  God  evermore. 

5  This 


C    I22    ] 

5  This  deep  Holinefs, 
Which  now  I  poffefs, 

Is  not  by  my  cleanfing  the  Filth  of  the  Flefh. 

6  My  Confcience  it  faith, 
It  is  by  the  Faith 

Of  ChrijTs   Refurrection,  from   Sin,   Hell,    and 
Death. 

7  In  J  ejus  complete, 

My  Brethren  I'll  greet ; 
All  hail,  happy  People,  our  Honours  arc  great  I 

XLV. 

For  he  hath  made  him  to  be  Sin  for  21s,  who  knew 
no  Sin,  that  we  might  be  made  the  Right eoufnefs 
of  God  in  him,  2  Cor.  5.  21. 

1  TTTHilft  I  mall  track  the  Depth  of  Love, 

VV       Which  fo  tranfparently  doth  mine, 
No  more  in  Reafon's  Path  I  rove, 

To  fearch  the  Myftery  divine. 
From  all  that's  fenfual  flies  my  Heart, 

And  enters  deep  Infinity, 
With  Spirits  bleft  to  bear  a  Part, 

In  one  melodious  Harmony. 

2  Helplefs  in  Infancy  I  fee, 

In  likenefs  of  a  finful  Worm, 

Reduced 


C    i*3    3 

Reduc'd  to  Shame  and  Poverty, 
My  God  in  mod  defpifed  Form  : 

He  liv'd  but  until  the  eighth  Day, 

Ere  he  commenc'd  the  fufPring  Lamb, 

By  holy  fign  to  put  away 

Our  Flefh  Pollutions,  and  our  Shame. 

3  Our  fpreading  Filth  contracted  clofe, 

Within  the  Compafs  of  a  Span, 
Affrights  the  Child  from  calm  Repofe, 

To  feel  the  Miferv  of  Man  : 
His  Life  was  painful,  void  of  Reft, 

Full  of  Reproach,  Contempt  and  Scorn  ; 
With  weighty  Griefs  and  Woes  oppreft, 

Till  all  Chaftifements  be  had  borne. 

4  The  more  in  Years  he  did  increafe, 

The  more  its  PrefTure  he  did  feel, 
Till  Time  drew  near  when  Sin  mould  ceafe, 

And  he  his  Teflament  mould  feal ; 
Then  Sin  and  Satan  had  the  Sway, 

To  vex,  accufe  him,  and  condemn, 
Whilft  God  did  all  his  Wrath  difplay, 

To  end  all  Sin,  and  Man  redeem. 

5  Thy  Conflicts  in  thine  Agony, 

When  ftrengthen'd  by  a  kind  Support, 
Shews  how  our  pond'rous  Load  did  lie 

With  Anguifh  on  thy  very  Heart; 
Trembling  beneath  our  Curfe  and  Woe, 

With  Groans  in  moft  exceffive  Pain, 

Thy 


[     I24     ] 

Thy  bloody  Sweat,  like  Rivers  flow, 
Colle&ed  from  defcending  Rain. 

6  Now  fee  him  deftin'd  to  the  Crofs, 

With  dreadful  Horror  fore  opprefs'd, 
There  Sin  fuir.ain'd  its  endlefs  Lofs, 

And  all  Tranfgreffion  there  hath  ceas'd. 
High  as  an  Enfign  there  he  hangs, 

In  Blood,  by  Heav'n  and  Earth  forfook  ; 
All  Nature  groan'd  in  dreadful  Pangs, 

And  Earth's  Foundations  rudely  lhook. 

7  His  Life  expiring  with  a  Groan, 

His  Soul  (tarts  from  his  Body  torn  j 
The  Bride  came  to  her  native  Home, 

From  all  his  Wounds  renew' d  and  born : 
'Tis  fininVd  !  loud  the  Echo  founds, 

Our  ranfom  Price  is  fully  paid  ; 
The  Father's  pleas'd  to  fee  thofe  Wounds, 

Where  Sin  is  {lain,  and  Vengeance  (laid. 

S  His  lifelcfs  Body  drain'd  of  Blood, 

Then  was  fulfill'd  that  faithful  Word, 
Spoken  of  old  by  Men  of  God ; 

How  Nature  fpoil'd,  mould  be  reftor'd  -9 
'Twas  done  when  radiant  he  arofe 

Triumphant  over  Death  and  Hell; 
Then  in  him  rofe  the  darling  Spoufe, 

With  him  in  all  his  Blifs  to  dwell. 

9  Qod's  royal  Cloathing  now  are  we, 

And  he  hath  mark'd  us  with  his  Name, 

Together 


[     I25     ] 

Together  with  the  Son  made  free, 
For-ever  perfect,  without  Blame. 

One  Life,  one  Joy  with  him  we  have  : 
Whilft  in  this  World's  bewilder'd  Maze, 

We  nothing  more  defire  or  crave, 
Inceflantly  we  J  ejus  praife  ! 

XL  VI. 

Arife,  Jhine  ;  for  thy  Light  is  come,  and  the  Glory 
of  the  Lord  is  rifen  upon  thee,  Ifa.  lx.  i. 

1    llTE  now  arife,  the  Light  is  come, 
\\       The  Glory  of  the  Lord  appears  ; 
No  more  in  Darknefs  may  we  roam, 
Expos'd  to  Guilt  and  many  Fears. 

i  The  Day-fpring  glorious  from  on  high, 
Beams  forth  in  Brightnefs  all  divine  ; 
Our  nightly  Fears  and  Troubles  die, 
Whilft  we  in  perfect  Beauty  mine. 

3  The  Godhead's  Glory  rifmg  bright 

On  us,  in  Chriji  the  heav'nly  Man, 
Declares  us  perfeel  in  his  Sight, 

Whilft  we  admire  the  gracious  Plan. 

4  What  e'er  we  loft  we  here  regain  ; 

The  End  of  all  our  Toil  is  come, 

Nor  Sin,  nor  Curfe  doth  now  remain, 

We  reft  in  God  our  native  Home. 

R  c  Wc 


[       .26       ] 

5  We  now  no  Confcioufnefs  retain 

Of  Sin,  no  nor  of  Righteoufnefs, 
Demonftrate  as  what  doth  remain 
In  us,  to  Comfort  or  Diftrefs. 

6  But  all  the  Confcioufnefs  we  have, 

Of  what  Condition  we  are  in, 
Is  after  Chriji,  rais'd  from  the  Grave, 
A  Conq'ror  over  Hell  and  Sin. 

7  There  in  our  Nature  greatly  bleft, 

And  purg'd  from  ev'ry  111,  thro'  Blood, 
Our  Confcience  finds  eternal  Reft, 
And  anfwers  peacefully  to  God. 

XLVII. 


Thefc 


ame. 


i    p   TERE  fhall  no  Trouble  or  Difmay 
JLJL  Reach  us,  nor  Want,  nor  Sin,  nor  Shame, 
For  Chriji  To-day  and  Yefterday, 
And  to  Eternity's  the  fame. 

2  Here  confummate  in  Joy  and  Peace, 

We  hail  that  wounded,  bleeding  Heart, 
Where,  fav'd  from  Sin,  we'll  never  ceafe 
To  praife  the  Lamb  our  better  Part. 


Now 


C    127    ] 

3  Now  all  Things  in  one  Period  turn  ; 

Sin  dare  no  more  to  mow  its  Head ; 
No  more  we  want,  nor  figh,  nor  mourn, 
On  ev'ry  Foe  we  conquering  tread. 

4  The  End  is  come,  God  hath  appear'd, 

Afium'd  our  Flefh,  and  Blood,  and  Bone  ; 
The  Body,  in  his  Love,  prepar'd, 
Is  that  where  Chriji  and  we  are  one. 

5  O  Death  !  where's  now  thy  Sting  and  Curfe  ? 

Where's  now  thy  boafted  Pow'r  and  Might  ? 
We  feel  no  more  the  dread  Remorfe, 
Nor  can  thy  Terrors  us  affright. 

6  Glory  to  our  incarnate  God  ! 

We're  fav'd  in  him,  the  Work  is  done  5 
He  leads  us,  by  the  Saviour's  Blood, 
Up  to  the  Glories  of  his  Throne. 

XLVIII. 

He  that  /pared  not  his  own  Son,  but  delivered  him 
up  for  us  all  ;  how  Jhall  he  not  with  him  freely 
give  us  all  Things  f  Rom.  viii.  32. 

1  "\TT7"  E  now  with  Gladnefs  tell, 

VV    What  Proof  our  God  hath  giv'n, 
That  we  with  him  mall  ever  dwell 
Above  the  higheft  Heav'n. 

2  That 


[        128       ] 

i  That  our  Creator's  Love, 
Efifentially,  to  Man  ; 
His  Dealings  with  us  fully  prove, 
Thro'  all  the  Chriftian  Plan. 

3  Such  was  his  Love  to  us, 

He  freely  gave  his  Son 
To  naffer  Death  upon  the  Crofs, 
And,  bleeding,  there  atone. 

4  For  us  he  made  him  Sin, 

Then  pierc'd  him  to  the  Heart ; 
This  to  deftroy,  the  Spear  went  in, 
For  this  he  bare  his  Smart. 

5  Beneath  the  pond'rous  Load 

His  finking  Spirit  fell, 
From  Heav'n,  his  high  and  bleft  Abode, 
To  the  Confines  of  Hell. 

6  His  Soul  with  Anguifh  rent, 

His  Head  with  Trouble  bow'd ; 
He  gave  his  unknown  Sorrows  vent, 
And,  roaring,  ery'd  aloud. 

7  His  Sighs,  and  Tears,  and   Groans, 

His  inward  Torments  fpeak  ; 
His  Struggles  hard,  with  piteous  Moans, 
'Till  all  his  Heart-firings  break. 


8  His 


[     I29     ] 

8  His  loud  and  piercing  Cry, 

Effect  of  Pain  and  Fear, 

Did,  as  the  choked  Melody, 

Salute  the  Father's  Ear. 

9  Not  Songs  of  Morning-Stars, 

Nor  Angels  higheft  Praife, 
Could  fo  delight  his  holy  Ears, 
Or  like  Harmony  raife. 

10  Such  was  the  Love  of  God, 

Commended  towards  us  ; 
Such  was  the  Pleafure  which  he  had 
In  Sin's  Deftruclion  thus. 


XLIX. 


The  fame. 


i  npHE  Father's  holv  Eye 
J_    Beheld  his  Son  in  Blood, 
With  Pleafure  infinitely  high, 
Peculiar  to  a  God. 


i  Nor  did  (when  Time  began) 

That  Work  pronounc'd  fo  good, 
Appear  fo  pleafing  as  this  Man, 
Adorn'd  with  Wounds  and  Blood, 


3 


This 


C     *3°    ] 

3  This  Sign  and  Token  giv'n, 

Sufficiently  doth  prove, 
Without  another  Sign  from  Heav'n, 
That  God,  our  Father's  Love. 

4  Here  all  our  Sin  hath  ceas'd  ; 

Our  Joys  are  here  fecure  ; 
Our  Nature  from  the  Curfe  releas'd, 
Thro*  Jefu's  Death  is  pure. 

5  Then  was  our  Heav'n  brought  in, 

And  we  were  fav'd  from  Guilt, 
When  Chrijl  in  Character  of  Sin, 
Annihilation  felt. 


L. 


For  ye  know  the  Grace  of  our  Lord  Jefus  Chrifi, 
that,  though  he  was  rich,  yet  for  your  Sakes  he 
became  poor,  that  ye,  through  his  Poverty,  might 
be  rich,  2  Cor.  viii.  9. 

1  TESUS,  how  glorious  is  thy  Grace  ! 
J    How  excellent  thy  Name  ! 
Unclouded  Heavens  in  thy  Face, 

Thou  venerable  Lamb. 

2  Tho'  thou  waft  rich  in  Angel's  Songs, 

Thou  willingly  waft  born 
To  feel  the  Rage  of  mortal  Tongues, 
Their  Ridicule  and  Scorn. 

x  Tho' 


[     13I     ] 

3  Tho*  thou  wall  rich  in  Pow'r  fupreme, 
Yet  didft  thou  condefcend, 
From  Worms  of  Earth  to  fuffer  Shame, 
And  Infults  from  the  Fiend. 


4  Tho'  thou  waft  rich  in  Righteoufnefs, 

Divinely  pure  within  ; 
Yet  didft  thou  feel  Hell's  deep  Diftrefs, 
When  made  our  Curfe  and  Sin. 

5  Tho'  thou  waft  infinitely  high 

And  rich,  yet  didft  thou  take 
The  deepeft  Shame  and  Poverty, 
And  for  the  Sinner's  fake  : 

6  That,  thro'  thy  Poverty  and  Lofs, 

We  might  be  rich  and  bleft  -9 
And,  by  the  Labours  of  thy  Crofs, 
Might  gain  eternal  Reft. 

7  InrichM  by  all  thy  Lofs  and  Smart, 

Thy  Heav'n's  on  Man  beftow'd  ; 
Witnefs'd,  when  from  thy  bleeding  Heart 
The  Blood  and  Water  flow'd. 

8  Our  deareft  Lord,  we  blefs  thy  Grace, 

Thy  wond'rous  Love  admire  ; 
To  fee  the  Beauties  of  thy  Face, 
May  all  the  World  defire. 


9  Live 


C     *32     ] 

9  Live  jfefus,  live  for- ever  more, 
Whilft  all  the  Sons  of  God 
Thy  glorious  Perfon  mall  adore, 
And  blefs  thy  Grace  and  Blood. 

LI. 

In  his  Humiliation,  his  Judgment  was  taken  away, 

A&s  viii.  33. 

1     TESUS,  thy  Beauties  I  explore  ! 
J    Who  am  a  helplefs  Worm  ; 
Adoring  now  and  evermore 
Thy  crucified  Form. 

1  When  on  thy  Crofs,  my  deareft  Lord, 
What  Love  didft  thou  difplay  ! 
Eternal  Annals  fhall  record 
The  great,  uncommon  Day. 

3  Down  low,  beneath  the  Wrath  of  Heav'n, 

Thy  troubled  Soul  did  bow  ; 
Humiliation  deeply  grav'n 
Upon  thy  bleeding  Brow. 

4  My  God  !  my  God  !  was  then  thy  Cry, 

Why  haft  thou  me  forfook  ? 
Nature,  replying  with  a  Sigh, 
In  ftrong  Convulfions  fhook. 

5  More 


C     l35    ] 

5  More  marr'd  than  any  Man's  thy  Face, 

Thy  Judgment's  took  away  ; 
Nor  Men,  nor  Angels  then  could  trace 
Thy  Myftery,  thy  Day. 

6  Thou  didft,  when  in  the  Depths  of  Hell, 

An  awful  Silence  keep  ; 
No  Tongue  like  thine  can  ever,  tell 
The  Horrors  of  the  Deep. 

7  Strong  Pains  of  Death  encompafs'd  Thee, 

And  hellifh  Pangs  were  felt, 
That  thou  might' ft  fet  thy  Children  free 
From  all  their  Sin  and  Guilt. 

8  Tho*  Satan  once  did  us  enflave, 

Now  thou  haft  bruis'd  his  Head ; 
And  in  thyfelf  didft  fully  fave 
,    Thy  lov'd,  thy  royal  Seed. 

9  Hence  everlafting  Praife  belongs 

To  thee  our  God  and  King  : 
Do  thou  but  influence  our  Songs5 
And  we  will  ever  fing. 


LII.  Com* 


[     *34     ] 
LII. 

Comfort  ye,  comfort  ye  my  People,  faith  your  God  : 
Speak  ye  comfortably  to  Jerufalem  ;  and  cry  unto 
her,  that  her  Warfare  is  accomplished,  that  her 
Iniquity  is  pardoned  ;  for  fhe  hath  received,  at 
the  Lord's  Hand,  double  for  all  her  Sins,  Ifa. 
xl.  i.  2. 

i   /^  Omfort  ye  my,  comfort  ye  my 

V>4     People,  faith  your  God  ; 

Comfortably  fpeak  ye  to  her, 
(Shout  and  Cry  aloud) ; 

Tell  her  that  her  Warfare's  o'er, 

Tell  her  that  her  VicVry's  fure ; 
Sin,  nor  Wrath,  nor  fecond  Death, 

Shall  ne'er  o'ertake  her  more. 

2  Sin  is  pardon'd,  &c, 

God  the  Word  did  give  ; 
The  moil  harden'd,  &c. 

Now  fhall  hear  and  live  : 
She  receiv'd,  to  make  her  clean, 
(From  his  Hand  for  ev'ry  Sin) 
Grace  and  Trouble,  fully  double  ; 
Joy  ye  Sons  of  Men  ! 

3  Glorious  Jefus,  &c. 

Thou  art  lifted  high  ; 
That  fhall  pleafe  us,  &c. 
To  Eternity: 

What 


[     '35    ] 

What  thefe  Tidings  good  contain, 
Thy  dear  Blood  and  Wounds  explain  : 
Never-ending  Love  !  defcending 
By  thy  Smart  and  Pain. 

4  All  our  Warfare,  &c.  . 

Thou'fl  accomplinVd  well  j 
Bravely  conquer'd,  &c> 

Sin,  and  Death,  and  Hell : 
Thee  we  hail,  thou  King  of  Heav'n  ! 
Thou  thy  all  to  us  haft  giv'n  ; 
In  thy  Blood,  our  Lord  and  God, 
We  find  our  holy  Leav'n. 

5  Thy  Soul-Trouble,  &c. 

Suffering  in  our  Room, 
's  more  than  double,  &c* 

Ada?n's  awful  Doom  : 
All  the  Plenitude  of  Grace 

Fills  thy  fweet,  thy  lovely  Face  j 
More  abounding,  deeper  founding, 

Than  our  finful  Cafe. 

6  Thy  Condition,  &c. 

Fully  is  our  own  ; 
No  Ambition,  &c. 

This,  but  truly  known  ; 
What  the  Members  all  may  know  : 
Living  in  their  Head,  they'll  grow 
Up  to  this,  the  Source  of  Blifs, 
Where  endlefs  Comforts  flow. 

7  Holy 


C     *36     J 

7  Holy  Saviour,  &c. 

Glorious  is  thy  Name  ! 
Each  Believer,  &c. 

Sing,  the  bleeding  Lamb  : 
Ever  may  thy  Glories  mine  ! 
Worthy  thou,  the  Lamb  divine  ! 
Glorious  Praife,  Ancient  of  Days, 
Be  ever,  ever  thine. 

LIIL 


We  have  not  an   High-Priefi,  who  cannot  be  touch- 
ed with  a  Feeling  of  our   Infirmities,  Heb.  iv. 

J5- 

"Y  deareft  Lamb,  who  bear'ft  my  Grief, 
Thy  Sympathy  affords  Relief 
To  thy  poor,  drooping  Bride  : 
Thy  Blood,  as  Wine,  fhall  cheer  my  Heart  ; 
I'll  draw  my  Eafe  from   all  thy  Smart, 
And  from  thy  pierced  Side. 

2  When  thy  poor  Church  grows  tir'd  and  faint, 
And,  overburden'd,  makes  Complaint 

Of  fome  tremendous  Load, 
Which  finks  her  Mind  in  Heavinefs, 
And  all  her  inward  Pow'rs  diflrefs, 

As  with  an  abfent  God. 


3  Thou 


[     *37     J 

3  Thou  fay'ft,  thou  haft  been  tempted  fore, 
In  ev'ry  Point  like  her,  and  more  ; 

Witncfs  the  fhameful  Crofs  : 
Now  touch'd  with  ev'ry  feeling  Senfe 
Of  what  can  give  thy  Bride  Offence  ; 

Hence  ihe  fuftains  no  Lofs. 

4  If  in  the  Dull  me  fainting  fit, 
Warning  her  loving  Saviour's  Feet 

With  her  overflowing  Tears  ; 
Thou  gently  dofl  her  Spirit  raife, 
Filling  her  Heart  with  Songs  of  Praife, 

And  baniming  her  Fears. 

5  Thou  canft  not  fee  us  weep  alone, 

But  Sigh  for  Sigh,  and  Groan  for  Groan, 

With  us  thou  bear'ft  a  Part  ; 
Whilft  pants  the  Soul,  with  throbbing  Breaft, 
With  equal  Sympathy  oppreft, 

We  feel  thy  loving  Heart. 

LIV, 

By  Night  on  my  Bed,  I  fought  him  whom  my  Soul 
loveth,  Cant.  iii.  i. 

Earefl  Jefus,  tho'  unfeen, 
My  believing  Heart  mufl  love  thee  ; 
Poor,  defpifed  Nazarene, 

A  kind  and  conftant  Friend  I  prove  thee  - 
Sinking  in  thy  balmy  Name, 
O,  how  I  love  my  deareft  Lamb. 

2  Night 


C     '33     1 

i  Night  and  Day  I  vent  my  Sighs, 
Languifhing  to  fee  my  Saviour  : 

With  warm  Heart  and  wond'ring  Eyes, 
I'd  view  my  dying  God  for-ever  : 

Here  I  always  would  abide ; 

O,  this  I  choofe,  and  nought  befide  I 

3  Like  the  widow'd  Turtle-Dove, 

I,  dear,  lovely  Man,  adore  thee  , 
Pants  my  Soul  quite  faint  with  Love, 

Singing,  "  O  my  Love,  reftore  me 
"  To  thy  Prefencc,  fweet  and  free ; 
"  O,  how  I  long  to  be  with  thee  I" 

4  O'er  the  Hills  I  fee  him  come, 

Swift  as  darts  the  piercing  Lightning, 
Scatters  all  my  horrid  Gloom  ; 

All  my  Joys  are  quick  and  brightning 
Welcome,  welcome,  dearefl  Lamb  ; 
O,  how  his  Prefence  feeds  my  Flame  ! 

5  Praife  mail  my  glad  Lips  employ, 

Praife  fhall  all  my  Pow'rs  enliven, 
To  the  Fountain  of  my  Joy, 

Jefits,  Prince  of  Earth  and  Heaven : 
He  is  mine,  and  I  am  his ; 
O,  he's  my  Glory  and  my  Blifs ! 


LV.  Make 


C     *39     .1 
LV. 

Make  hajle,  ray  Beloved  ;  and  be  thou  like  to  a 
Roe,  or  to  a  young  Hart,  upon  the  Mountains  of 
Spices,  Cant.  viii.  14, 

1  T\/j~Y  Beloved  !  hade  away, 
JL  ▼ -l  Sick  of  Love,  for  thee  I  languifli ; 
Fails  my  Soul  at  thy  Delay, 

Feels  a  dying  Lover's  Anguiih  : 
Quickly,  quickly,  Jefus  come, 
O  make  my  Breaft  thy  native  Home. 

2,  Ev'ry  Moment  feems  an  Age, 

'Till  thy  Prefence  fliall  relieve  me, 

'Till  thy  Smiles  my  Woes  afluage, 

And  thine  Abfence  no  more  grieve  me  : 

Quickly,  &c. 

3  Great  the  Force  and  Power  of  Love, 

Whence  fprings  all  my  ftrong  Defires  j 
I,  thy  Prefence,  Lord,  to  prove, 

Burn,  confum'd,  with  inward  Fires: 
Quickly,  &c. 

4  Honour,  Wealth,  and  Eafe  I  fcorn, 

Trifles,  by  the  World  approv'd  ^ 
To  fuperior  Joys  Pm  born, 

Cent'ring  in  my  Well-belov'd  : 
Quickly,  &c. 

5  O'er 


C    140    ] 

£  O'er  the  fpicy  Mountains  fly 

Hart  and  Roe,  yea  Winds  out-ftripping ; 
Whilft  thou  tarry'ft,  Love,  I  die, 

Sighing,  longing,  loving,  weeping  ; 
Quickly,  quickly,  J  ejus  come, 

0  make  my  Bread  thy  native  Home. 

LVI. 

Who  ogainji  Hope  believed  in  Hope,  Rom.  iv.  1 8. 

HEN  I  behold  my  bleeding  God, 
Each  Mountain  feems  a  Plain  ; 
But  if  I  e'er  forget  his  Blood, 
The  Mountains  rife  again. 

2  What  means  my  inbred  Senfe,  fo  rude, 

To  war  againit  my  Peace  ? 
Or  why  mould  Reafon  bold  intrude 
Upon  a  Saviour's  Grace? 

3  What  tho*  my  Senfes  loudly  fay, 

1  have  nor  Faith,  nor  Love  ; 
Nor  am  I  in  the  living  Way 

That  leads  to  Realms  above  ? 

4  What  if  to  increafe  (till  my  Grief, 

It  fummons  Lull  and  Pride, 
Hardnefs  of  Heart,  and  Unbelief, 
And  all  my  Ills  befide  : 

c  And 


C    ui    3 

5  And,  from  the  Whole,  would  witnefs  this^ 
Thou  art  devoid  of  Grace  ; 
How  canfl  thou  hope,  in  Worlds  of  Blifs, 
To  fee  the  Saviour's  Face  ? 


6  To  this,  the  Witnefs  of  my  Lord, 

(Greater  than  all  in  me), 
Replies,  in  his  unerring  Word, 
The  Saviour's  Grace  is  free. 

7  The  Man  who  works  not,  but  believes 

On  him  who  juftifles 
Ungodly  Souls,  in  Cbrift  receives 
The  Life  that  never  dies. 

8  Our  Saviour  full  Atonement  made, 

When  for  our  Sins  he  dy'd  ; 
And,  when  he  left  Death's  gloomy  Shade, 
Our  Perfons  juftify'd. 

9  Who  mall  condemn  ?  'twas  Jefus  dy'd? 

'Twas  Jefus  rofe  again  ; 

He  with  himfelf  hath  juftify'd 

The  finful  Sons  of  Men. 

i  o  In  Hor^  of  what  in  Chrifi  I  am, 
Rejoicing,  I  believe, 
Againft  my  hopelefs  Guilt  and  Shame, 
And  thus,  by  Faith,  I  live. 


lv  ilk* 


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LVII. 

The  World  is  crucified  unto  r  me,  and  I  unto  the 
World,  Gal.  vi.  14. 

1  TT'Arewel,  vain  World,  from  thcc  I  ccafc, 
JL       Having  furvey'd  thee  round  ; 
Thy  Honour,  Wealth,  thy  Joy  and  Peace, 
I've  now  a  Bubble  found. 

%  Thou  haft  difown'd  and  hated  me, 
Whilft  I  to  pleafe  thee  ftrove  ; 
Now  I  difown  and  flee  from  thee, 
And  from  thy  hated  Love. 

3  To  me  thy  Rage,  and  cruel  Hate, 

In  infant  Years  began  ; 
Nor  did  it  in  the  leaft  abate, 
When  I  grew  up  to  Man. 

4  Thro*  Difappointments  all  my  Days, 

I've  been  by  thee  oppreft  : 
Yea,  curs'd  and  crofs'd  in  all  the  Ways, 
Where  other  Men  were  bleft. 

5  The  Good  I  fought,  was  flill  deny'd 

By  thee,  vain  World,  with  Scorn, 
Until  my  Soul,  in  Anguifh  cry'd, 
O  Lord,  why  was  I  born  ? 

6  Then, 


[     '43     3 

6  Then,  lifting  up  my  weeping  Eye. 
I  faw  my  Saviour  fland, 
Array'd  in  glorious  Majefty, 
The  Balance  in  his  Hand. 


•  • 


7  This  World,  and  all  its  Glories  high, 

He  weigh' d  with  prudent  Care,, 
A.gainft  the  lightefl  Vanity, 
And  found  it  lighter  far.  . 

8  His  Love-Defigns  he  made  me  know  : 

Then  that  fictitious  Dream, 
This  World,  with  all  the  painted  Show, 
Flew  up  and  kick'd  the  Beam. 

9  Now  art  thou  crucify'd  to  me  ; 

Yet  Pve  fuftain'd  no  Lofs  : 
And  I  am  crucify'd  to  thee, 
Thanks  to  my  Saviour's  Crofs  ! 

io  No  more  deluded  by  thy  Smiles, 
Nor  crufh'd  beneath  thy  Frown  ; 
My  Jefus  blafls  thy  Cobweb  Wiles, 
And  gives  the  glorious  Crown. 


LVIIL  the 


[      144     } 
LVIII. 

The  Lord  himfelf  Jhall  give  you  a  Sign,  behold,  a 
Virgin  Jhall  conceive  and  bear  a  Son,  Ifa.  vii.  14. 

1  ^  \  7"E  celebrate  the  Praife  to  Day, 

VV     Of  Godhead  manifeft  in  Clay, 
And  of  a  Woman  born  ! 
The  promis'd  Son  to  us  is  giv'n, 
The  Glories  of  indulgent  Heav'n, 
Our  Nature  doth  adorn. 

2  Let  it  be  told  to  diflant  Lands, 

How  foftly  wrapp'd  in  Swaddling-Bandg, 

And  in  a  Manger  laid, 
Was  he,  whom  we  with  Joy  confefs, 
The  glorious  Lord,  our  Righteousness  ! 

Born  of  the  favour'd  Maid. 

3  Long  did  the  Saints  with  Ardour  figh 
To  fee  his  Day,  and  thus  did  cry, 

Deft  re  of  Nations  come  : 
More  blefh  are  we  who  fee  and  prove 
The  Fulnefs  of  the  Father's  Love, 

Born  from  the  Virgin's  Womb ! 

4  The  Lord  himfelf  hath  giv'n  the  Sign 
Of  richeft  Grace,  and  love  divine, 

Promis'd  of  old  to  Man  ; 
How  that  a  Virgin  Jhoidd  conceive : 
The  wond'rous  Tidings  we  believe, 

And  praife  her  firfl-born  Son. 

5  We 


[     H5     1 

5  We  join  with  Angel-Hofts  to  cry, 
Glory  to  God,  to  God  on  high  ; 

Peace  on  rebellious  Earth  : 
To  Man  Good-will  abounds  from  Heav'n ; 
The  Proof  of  all  is  richly  giv'n 

In  this  myfterious  Birth  ! 

6  What  Things  are  thefe  which  Angels  fay  ? 
A  Saviour  born  !  yea,  born  to  Day, 

In  David's  native  Town  : 
A  Saviour,  who  is  Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
For  fo  declares  the  heavenly  Word  ; 

Hear,  wonder,  and  bow  down ! 

7  The  Wonderful,  the  holy  Child, 
.    The  everlafting  father  ftil'd, 

The  mighty  God  art  thou  ; 
The  Counfellor,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Whofe  glorious  Kingdom  ne'er  mall  ceafe, 

Nor  Wars,  nor  Tumults  know. 

8  The  Cloud  on  our  Nativity 
Difpels  in  this  thy  Myftery, 

Thou  holy,  undenTd  : 
Our  fmful  Nature's  born  again 
In  this  thy  Birth,  without  a  Stain, 

And  can  no  more  be  fpoii'd. 


LIX.  We 


[     I4«     1 

LIX. 

We/hall  be  like  him,  for  we  fhall  fee  him  as  he  is, 

i  John  iii.  2. 

1  T)  Y  Grace  we  know,  to  us  it's  clear, 
JLJ  When  Chrijl,  our  Saviour,  fhall  appear, 
We  fhall  be  like  him,  O  what  Blifs  ! 

For  we  fhall  fee  him  as  he  is. 

2  When  as  he  is  we  him  defcry, 
In  Spirit's  Light  and  Myftery ; 
Unnumber'd  Beauties  in  him  fhine, 
Beauties  of  God  and  Man  divine  ; 

3  Beauties  of  Holinefs  and  Grace, 
Adorn  our  Saviour's  lovely  Face  ; 
Eternal  Truth  and  Righteoufnefs 
Doth  he  in  Purity  poffefs. 

4  When  as  he  is  we  him  do  fee, 
From  ev'ry  Spot  and  Wrinkle  free  : 
How  glorious  is  the  worthy  Lamb ! 
How  venerable  is  his  Name  ! 

5  But,  O  what  glorious  Grace  is  this  ! 
That  when  we  fee  him  as  he  is, 
We  fee  ourfelves,  and  are  affur'd 
That  we  are  like  our  dearefl  Lord. 

6  As 


C     U7     ] 

(5  As  we  his  myftic  Fulnefs  are, 

He  gives  us  each  a  Member's  Share 
In  all  his  Grace :  The  favour'd  Bride 
Is  with  his  Likenefs  fatisfy'd. 

y  Jefus,  enough,  we're  as  thou  art ! 

With  this  great  Truth  we  ne'er  will  part; 
Each  Member  here  is  as  the  Head, 
Each  as  its  Lord  is  perfected. 

8  But  yet,  as  Cryflals  pure  tranfmit 
Their  Lufire  whence  they  borrow  it : 
From  thee,  O  Chri/i,  we  all  receive  $ 
To  thee  we  all  the  Glory  give. 

9  What  yet  (hall  glorioufiy  advance 
Our  Joys,  is  thy  Pre-eminence  ; 

'Tis  Heav'n  to  fee  thee  wear  the  Crown. 
And  proftrate  at  thy  Feet  fall  down. 

LX. 

Wherefore  God  hath  highly  exalted  him,  and  given 
him  a  Name  above   every  Name,   Phil.  ii.  g 

10,    II. 

i   TESUS,  thou  higheft,  lovelieft  Name 
J    Of  all  on  Earth  or  Heav'n, 
The  bleft  Reward  of  all  thy  Shame, 
By  thy  great  Father  giv'n. 


a  Be- 


C    MS   ] 

1  Bccaufe  thou  didfl  thy  Heavens  bow, 
Thy  People's  ancient  Suit ; 
Cam'fl  down  in  Servant's  Form,  fo  low, 
As  Lofs  of  all  Repute. 

3  In  Fafhion  as  that  fallen  Race, 

Whofe  Offspring  are  but  Grafs, 
Thou  took'fl  the  meaneft  fervile  Place 
In  all  their  lowed  Clafs : 

4  Becam'fl  obedient  unto  Death, 

Nor  could'fl,  nor  would'ft  thou  flee  ; 
But  humbly  didfl  refign  thy  Breath 
Upon  the  fhameful  Tree  ! 

5  Therefore  hath  God  exalted  thee, 

And  fet  thee  up  on  high  ; 
Where  thou  fhalt  prais'd  and  wormipp'd  be 
To  all  Eternity, 

6  Lo  !  cv'ry  Knee  to  thee  fhall  bow, 

Whether  they  flood  or  fell ; 
In  Heav'n  above,  or  Earth  below, 
And  in  eternal  Hell. 

7  All  fhall  thy  Grace  or  Fury  prove  ; 

Thy  Kingdom  all  fhall  own  : 

Man  fhall  be  happy  in  thy  Love  ; 

Let  Safari  dread  thy  Frown. 

ft  Thus 


8  Thus  ev'ry  Tongue,  conftrain'd  by  Grace, 

Or  Power,  mall  confefs 
The  Lord,  with  a  confufed  Face, 
Or,  th'  Lord  their  Righte^oufnefs. 

9  Herein  the  Father's  glorify'd, 

That  thou  art  Lord  of  all ; 
Whilft  Men  and  Angel's  fwelling  Pride 
Before  thy  Feet  fhall  fall. 

LXI. 

Precious  in  the  Sight  of  the  Lord  is  the  Death  of  his 
Saints,  Pf.  cxvi.  15. 

1  T\/TOST  precious,  in  our  Saviour's  Sight, 
JL\A  Are  all  his  Saints  unnotie'd  Death  ! 
He  bears  them  to  eternal  Light, 

When  they  refign  their  mortal  Breath, 

2  Precious  the  Soul  by  him  redeem'd  ; 

From  threat'ning  Evils  fnatch'd  away, 
Precious  their  Duft,  by  him  efteem'd, 
He'll  raife  it  at  the  latter  Day. 

3  Free  from  this  World's  unnumber'd  Cares, 

From  Satan's  Rage,  and  human  Spite, 
From  Sin's  Diftrefs,  and  gloomy  Fears  \ 
How  precious  this  in  Jefuf&  Sight ! 

U  4  From 


[     '5°  •] 

4  From  all  their  Labours  now  they  reft  ; 

Their  weary  Souls,  with  Joy  and  Peace, 
Leans  on  their  faithful  Abra'm's  Bread, 
Where  all  the  wicked  Troublers  ceafc. 

5  All  this,  and  more,  our  Brother  proves  ; 

Now  he  the  Son  of  Man  can  fee  -9 
He  fees,  he  feels,  he  joys,  he  loves, 
And  all  from  Intermifhon  free. 

6  No  more,  as  darkly  thro'  a  Glafs, 

His  Eye-fight  purg'd  by  Jefu's  Blood, 
Now  clearly  fees  IrmnanueFs  Face, 
The  bright,  unclouded  Face  of  God  ! 

7  Whilft  here  below,  he  knew,  in  part, 

That  deep,  that  boundlcfs,  heav'nly  Theme  \ 
The  Pow'r  of  Jefu's  Blood  and  Smart, 
Completely  cleanfing  us  in  him. 

8  Feeling  his  Heart  and  Flefh  decay, 

He  languifhed  beneath  thine  Hand, 
In  patient  Longings  for  the  Day, 

When  he  fhould  fee  Immanuel's  Land. 

9  Now  is  the  perfect  Day  his  own  ; 

No  darkning  Vail  remains  between  j 
He  knows  the  Lord  as  he  is  known, 
And  fees  his  Myfl'ry  as  he's  feen. 

LXII.  If 


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LXIL 

If  Chrifl  be  not  rifen,  then  is  our  Preaching  vain, 

and  your  Faith  vain,  1   Cor.xv.  14. 
The  Lord  is  rifen  indeed,  Luke  xxiv.  34. 

^R  glorious  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  ! 
Death,  conquer'd,  loll  its  Prize  ; 
The  Grave  furrender'd  hirfi  with  Speedy 
When  he  affay'd  to  rife. 

2  In  vain  the  Soldiers  watch  his  Tomb, 

When  heav'nly  Forms  appear  ; 
The  Roman  Eagle's  overcome, 
The  Soldiers  die  with  Fear. 

3  An  Angel's  Form  before  them  flood  ; 

His  Face  like  Lightning  fhone  ; 
Commiffion'd  from  the  Father,  God3 
To  roll  away  the  Stone. 

4  Up  rofe  the  Saviour  from  the  Dead  ! 

Down  all  Oppofers  fell : 
Satan  in  Chains  of  Triumph  led, 
Trampling  on  Death  and  Hell. 

5  To  banifh  his  Difciples  Fears, 

He  prov'd  himfelf  alive, 
By  all  his  Wounds  and  bloody  Scars  ; 
Then  did  their  Hearts  revive. 

6  With 


[     '5*    3 

6  With  them,  will  wc  our  Lord  adore  \ 

For  them,  and  us  he  dy'd  : 
He  lives,  he  lives,  and  dies  no  more ! 
Hence  we  are  juftify'd. 

7  Nor  is  our  Faith,  nor  Preaching,  vain  \ 

Nor  in  our  Sins  are  we  ; 
Since  Chrift9  our  Head,  is  ris'n  again  \ 
And,  nfing,  fet  us  free. 

8  Who  fhall  condemn  ?  lo  !  Jefus  dy'd, 

Yea,  rather  lives  for  us  ; 
He  with  himfelf  hath  crucify'd 
Our  Sins  upon  the  Crofs. 

9  Hail,  rifen  Saviour  !  thee  we  hail, 

Whoj  by  Alnvghty  Pow'r, 
Did  ft  over  Death  and  Hell  prevail  -y 
We  blefs  the  glorious  Hour. 

io  High  on  thy  Father  David's  Throne, 
For-ever  live  and  reign  ; 
'Till  by  thine  own  right  Hand  alone, 
Thy  ev'ry  Foe  be  flain. 


LXIIL  F$r 


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LXIIL 

For  the  Law  was  given  by  Mofcs ;  but  Grace  and 
Truth  came  by  Jefus  Chrift,  John  i.  17. 

1  Tfc  /|"  0  S  E  S,  he  gave  the  fi'ry  Law, 

JlV JL    Which    brought     no    Strength,    nor 

Pow'r  to  draw  ; 
But  the  chief  End  for  which  it  came, 
Was  to  accufe,  and  to  condemn ; 
That  Man  might  die  to  all  his  boafted  Good, 
Defpair  of  Life  'till  brought  to  Jefu's  Blood* 

2  By  Jefus,  a  diviner  Name, 
Eternal  Grace,  in  Juflice,  came  ; 

The  Grace  giv'n  us  in  Chrift,  our  Head, 
Ere  Time  commene'd,  or  Worlds  were  made: 
In  all  th'  Extent  of  Truth  to  be  reveal'd, 
Jefus  ador'd  !  and  human  Nature  heaPd, 

3  What  Grace  appear'd  in  Jefu\  Birth, 
In  all  his  humbled  Life  on  Earth ! 
What  Grace  in  all  his  Torments  great ! 

His  Wounds,  his  Death,  and  bloody  Sweat  v 
All  witnefling  his  Love,  the  Love  of  God ! 
Pardon,  and  Peace,  to  finful  Man  by  Blood. 

4  Grace!  O  how  charming  is  the  Sound! 
Of  us,  who  fought  him  not,  he's  found: 
Unaik'd,  God  did  his  Son  reveal 

In  us  ;  nor  did  that  Love  conceal* 

Which 


C     *54     ] 

Which  wrought  for  us,  upon  the  bloody  Tree, 
Salvation,  everlafting,  full,  and  free. 

5  Fulnefs  of  Grace  to  Chrijl  is  giv'n  \ 
In  him  is  all  the  Fund  of  Heav'n  : 
For  us  each  Talent  he  improves  ; 

He  dy'd  and  lives,  the  Man  he  loves  ; 

He  fays,  Whene'er  our  Emptinefs  we  view, 

Sufficient  is  my  Grace  and  Truth  for  you. 

6  How  rich  the  Grace  that  plans  our  Ways  ! 
And  crowns  with  Bleflings  all  our  Days  i 
What  tho5,  in  this  our  Pilgrimage,. 

We  feel  both  Man  and  Satan's  Rage  ? 

All  thofe  Things  work  together  for  our  Good  ; 

Such  is  the  Grace  that  came  by  Jefu,s,  Bloodr 

7  Lord  Jefus  Chrift^  we  bleft  thy  Name  ; 
By  thee  our  great  Salvation  came  : 

Thy  Streams  of  Grace  and  Truth  mall  flow 

On  us,  this  barren  Defart,  thro'  : 

Thro'  this  dark  World,  our  Wants  are  well 

fupply'd  ; 
Nor  lhall  we  fail,  for  Jefus  is  our  Guide. 


LXIV.  And 


C    *S5    3 

LXIV. 

And  a  Man  Jhall  be  as  a  Hiding-Place  from  the 
Wind9  and  a  Covert  from  the  Tempejl  ;  as  Ri- 
vers of  Waters  in  a  dry  Place  ;  as  the  Shadow  of 
a  great  Rock  in  a  weary  Land,  Ifa.  xxxii.  2. 

Chrifi  !  O  Love  divine  ! 
How  wonderful  art  thou  ! 
What  heavenly  Beauties  in  thee  mine ! 
What  Mercies  from  thee  flow  ! 

2  Lo  !  thou  art  all  we  need, 

To  make  us  truly  bled  ; 
Thy  Worfhippers  are  all  agreed, 
Thou  art  the  Sinner's  Reft, 

3  When  blows  the  ft  or  my  Wind, 

The  Rage  of  Man  or  Hell, 
A  Hiding-Place  in  thee  we  find, 
Shelter'd  in  Peace  we  dwell. 

4  When  Satan,  Sin,  and  Law, 

Do  fiercely  all  unite  ; 
Moil  fearfully  on  us  to  draw 
A  dark,  tempeftuous  Night, 

5  When  Thunders  roar  aloud 

Thro'  the  diftemper'd  Sky ; 
Like  Lightnings  from  the  fulph'rous  Cloud, 
When  dreadful  Curfes  fly. 

6  Dc- 


C    ^   3 

6*  Defpairing,  guilty  Fears, 
In  fiery  Tempefts  roll, 
And  when  the  fecond  Death  appears 
To  fright  the  trembling  Soul. 

7  By  Faith  in  thee,  made  bold, 
We  fmile  when  Tempefts  fall ; 
Thou  art  the  Man,  promis'd  of  old, 
To  cover  us  from  all. 


LXV. 


The  fame, 

i  *T"TT"HILST  we  are  marching  thro' 
VV     This  Land,  with  Drought  accurs'd. 
Rivers  of  living  Waters  flow, 
In  thee,  to  quench  our  Thirft. 

%  This  World's  a  weary  Land  ; 
By  Sin,  a  Defart  made  : 
'Tis  all  around  a  burning  Strand  ; 
Has  no  refrefhing  Shade. 

3  But  thou'rt  our  mighty  Rock  ; 
Thy  Shadow  very  great ! 
Where  all  thy  weary  Pilgrim-Flock 
Find  a  divine  Retreat. 

4  Tho* 


[     *57    J 

4  Tho*  once  with  Sin  opprefs'd, 

From  which  no  Part  was  free  ; 
Our  Grievances  arc  now  redrefs'd, 
Dear,  glorious  Man,  in  thee. 

5  In  thee  we  now  have  found 

What'er  we  loft,  and  more  ; 
We  fee  thy  Grace  much  more  abound, 
Than  Sin  had  done  before. 

6  Thy  Praife  be  our  Employ  ; 

Thy  Glories  ever  fhine  : 
All  our  Salvation,  Hope,  and  Joy, 
Art  thou,  O  Man  divine  ! 

LXVI. 

As  the  Apple-Tree  is  among  the  Trees  of  the  Wood, 
fo  is  my  beloved  among  the  Sons,  Cant.  ii.  3. 

1  "TXT HEN  all  the  Virtues  of  the  Wood, 
W-     Impartially  we  trace  ; 
The  Apple-Tree,  as  rare,  and  good, 

Firft  claims  the  highefl  Place  : 
Beauteous,  and  rare,  it  ftands  admir'd, 

Amongfl  a  thoufand  Trees  ; 
Its  Fragrance,  Fruit,  and  Shade  deuVd, 
To  quicken,  feed,  and  pleafe. 

W  '   2  Jufl 


C     '5*     ] 

4  Juft  fo,  excelling  Heav'n  and  Earth, 

Is  my  Beloved  feen 
Amongft  the  Sons  of  royal  Birth, 

The  Sons  of  God  or  Men  -> 
Above  them  all  he  ftands  alone, 

Pre-eminent  and  rare  ; 
The  Father's  firft  begotten  Son, 

None  may  with  him  compare. 

3  He  as  the  Man  of  God's  right  Hand, 

Is  all  Perfection  feen  ; 
Whilft  Angels  charg'd  with  Folly  (land, 

And  Heav'n's  declar'd  unclean. 
When  blafled  ev'ry  Tree  befide, 

Still  he  affords  a  Shade  ; 
A  fafe  Afylum  for  his  Bride, 

Which  Love  eternal  made. 

4  His  fragrant  Name  our  Hearts  mall  cheer, 

As  Ointments  poured  forth  ; 
More  than  the  Names  which  Angels  bear, 

Or  Men  of  higheft  Worth. 
Unfav'ry  all  the  Sons  we  prove, 

Their  Worth  no  more  can  fee  ; 
The  Fragrance  of  eternal  Love 

Comes  forth,  dear  Lamb,  from  thee. 

5  Thy  Fruits,  thy  Wifdom,  Love,  and  Pow'r, 

Are  perfect  evermore  ; 
Whillt  all  befide  are  green  and  four, 
Or  rotten  at  the  Core. 

Live 


[     l59     ] 

Live  thou,  of  all  the  Sons  admired, 
As  th'  only  juft  and  Good  ; 
As  ftands  the  Apple-Tree  defir'd, 
In  the  unfruitful  Wood. 

LXVIL 

For  the  invijible  Things  of  him  from  the  Creation 
of  the  World  are  clearly  feen^  being  underjlood  by 
the  Things  that  are  tnade,  even  his  eternal  Power 
and  Godhead ,  Rorn.  i.  2,0. 


E 


TERNAL  Excellence! 
Thy  Worms  would  fain  declare^ 
In  the  divinefl  Senfe, 

How  thou  art  hcav'nly  fair  : 
O  Prince,  Mejfiah,  thou  art  feen 
The  fairefl  of  the  Sons  of  Men, 

jfefus,  thy  Beauties  mine 

Bright,  infinitely  bright  5 
Both  Human  and  Divine, 

In  thee,  O  Lamb,  unite  ! 
Whate'er  in  Heav'n  or  Earth  we  fee^ 
As  beautiful,  are  Types  of  thee. 

The  Son,  the  Moon,  the  Stars3 

With  all  the  Thrones  above. 
Thine  Excellence  declares, 

Thy  Beauty,  Pow*r,  and  Love  : 
All  Worlds  before  thy  Throne  wc  fee., 
A  Sea  of  Glafs  reflecting  thee. 

4  Maa 


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4  Man  in  his  firfl  Eftate, 

Mofl  wonderfully  form'd, 
With  Beauty's  Pow'rs  replete, 

With  Holinefs  adorn'd, 
From  ev'ry  Spot  and  Blemifh  free. 
Was  but  a  Figure,  Lord,  of  thee, 

5  As  Blood  of  Goats,  and  Lambs, 

Is  to  thy  Blood  divine, 
Or,  as  their  Altar-Flames, 

Dear  Jefus  are  to  thine  j 
So  Adam's  Purity  appears, 
To  thee  no  more  Proportion  bears. 

6  Lo  !  here  Self-Int'reft  fails, 

Man's  Haughtinefs  finks  low  \ 
Thy  Beauty,  Lord,  prevails  ; 

We  at  thy  Footftool  bow : 
Thou  know'fl  our  Heart,  we  need  no  more, 

Our  Heav'n's  to  worfhip,  love,  adore. 

i 

LXVIII. 

Who  was  delivered  for  our  Offences,  and  was  raifed 

again  for  our  Jujiification,  Rom.  iv.  25. 
1     TESUS,  thy  Name  we  praife  ! 
J    To  thee  our  Songs  we  raife  : 

Hail  !  holy  Lamb  ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  us, 
Greatly  efteem'd  us, 
Witnefs  thy  Sacrifice,  Torment  and  Shame. 

%  When 


C     161     ] 

2  When  we  were  loft  in  Sin, 
Unholy  and  unclean, 

Unmeet  for  God  : 
Wond'rous  Redemption  i 
Glorious  Exemption 

Now,    and    for-ever,     from   Hell,    by   thy 
Blood  ! 

3  When  thou  didft  Man  become, 
Our  State  thou  didft  aftume, 

Thou  waft  made  Sin  \ 
All  our  Uncleannefs 
Spiritual  Leannefs, 

Luft,  Pride,  and  Enmity  thou  didft  take  in. 

4  Thou  waft  made  Man,  with  all 
His  Mis'ries  by  the  Fail  ; 

Faithful  to  God  ; 
Greatly  enduring 
All  the  Out-pouring 

Of  infinite  Punifhment,  fufPring  to  Blood. 

5 '  Humbling  thyfelf  to  Death, 
Thou  didft  reftgn  thy  Breath, 

Tortur'd  with  Pain  : 
God  had  declared 
Man  once  enfnared 

Surely  fhould  ciie  the  Death  ;  this  was  Sin's 
Gain. 

6  Here 


[     i6a     3 

6  Here  was  our  Sin  deftroy'd ; 
Our  Enemies  annoy'd, 

When  Jefus  dy'd 
Sighing,  and  groaning, 
Bleeding,  atoning,' 

Sin  was  condemned  and  flain  in  his  Side. 

7  When  the  third  Morn  was  comp, 
Then  didft  thou  leave  the  Tomb  \ 

Ceas'd  all  thy  Woes  \ 
Bravely  victorious, 
Heavenly  glorious, 

Openly  triumphing  over  thy  Foes. 

8  Lo  \  hence  our  Joys  begin, 
We  fee  thee,  without  Sin, 

Holy  and  bright  ; 
juftification, 
Per  feci:  Salvation, 

Thy  RefurrecYion  for  Man  brought  to  Light. 

9  *Twas  then  the  Father  fpake, 
His  awful  Silence  brake, 

Thou  art  my  Son, 
Holy  for-ever, 
Worthy  my  Favour, 

Only  begotten,  come  fit  on  my  Throne. 

10  Hail  !  Son  of  Mary,  hail  ! 
Our  Songs  fhall  never  fail 

Whilft  Grace  doth  fhine  : 

Deep 


L     ^3     ] 

Deep  Adoration 
Thy  Congregation 

Ever  (hall  pay  thee,  thou  Saviour  divine. 

LXIX. 


Te  that  defire  to  be  under  the  Law,  do  ye  not  hear 

the  Law  f  Gal.  iv.  25. 
Chrifl  is  the  End  of  the  Law  for  Righteoufnefs  t§ 

every  one  that  believeth,  Rom.  x.  4. 

1  A    LL  you  who  make  the  Law  your  Choice, 
j\  Attend  and  hear  its  dreadful  Voice, 
The  Voice  of  Words,  on  Sinai  heard, 

That  Voice  which  Ifr'el  greatly  fear'd  ; 

So  fear'd  as  humbly  to  implore 

That  they  might  hear  its  Sound  no  more. 

2  Lightnings,  with  horrid  Glare  were  ieen, 
Tremendous  Thunders  roar'd  between  ; 
Darknefs,  with  Flames  encircled  round  : 
The  Trump  of  God,  its  awful  Sound, 
Louder,  and  louder  rent  the  Air, 

And  fmote  their  Hearts  with  deep  Defpair. 

3  The  trembling  Multitude,  they  heard 
All  that  the  Voice  of  Words  declar'd  ; 
The  Darknefs,  Fire,  and  Smoke  they  faw, 
The  dreadful  Pomp  of  Mofes9  Law, 
Who,  whilft  the  Mountains  bafe  did  make, 
Mod  terribly  did  fear  and  quake. 

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4  I  am  the  Lord,  thy  God,  fays  he  ; 
Nor  malt  thou  worfhip  ought  but  me  : 
Nor  to  thyfelf  malt  thou  e'er  make 
An  Image,  nor  the  Likenefs  take 

Of  ought  in  Heav'n,  or  Earth  below, 
With  Rev'rence  unto  it  to  bow. 

5  Thou  malt  not  take  my  Name  in  vain, 
Left  thou  incur  the  guilty  Stain  : 
Remember  keep  the  Sabbath-Day, 
Thou  (halt  not  work,  nor  idly  play  : 
To  Parents  thou  ihalt  Honour  give, 

If  in  the  Land  thou  long  wouldfl  live, 

6  Murder,  never  ihalt  thou  do  it  : 
Nor  vile  Adultery  commit : 

Thou  malt  not  (leal :  (my  Statutes  hear) 
Nor  Witnefs  falfely  ihalt  thou  bear  : 
Thou  malt  not  covet,  lufling  in 
What  is  thy  Neighbours  ;  this  is  Sin. 

7  Nor  only  keep  from  Sin  thine  Hands  ; 
A  Word,  Defire,  or  Look  offends  ; 
A  Moment's  Luft,  the  fmalleft  Flaw, 
So  fully  breaks  my  holy  Law, 

Tho'  it  be  but  in  Heart  conceiv'd, 
As  ne'er  by  thee  can  be  retriev'd. 

8  Holy  and  juft  are  God's  Commands ; 
Wo  to  the  Man  who  e'er  offends 

In  one  fmall  Point,  he  on  him  draws 
The  Curfe  of  all  the  broken  Laws  j 


All 


All  join  in  one  to  damn  the  Wretch, 
"Who's  guilty  of  the  fmallefl  Breach. 

9  In  awful  Truth  hath  God  declar'd, 
The  Sinner  never  can  be  fpar'd  ; 
On  his  own  Head  fhall  be  his  Blood, 
Who  trefpaifes  againfl  his  God  : 
The  Soul  that  finneth,  it  fhall  die, 
Here  and  in  Hell  eternally. 

i  o  Nor  can  they  for  their  Sin  atone  j 
Their  Sacrifices  he'll  have  none  ; 
Nor  will  their  Pray'rs  nor  Tears  accept, 
Becaufe  his  Laws  they  have  not  kept : 
Thus  for  their  Sin,  e'en  for  the  firil, 
They're  irrevokably  accurs'd. 

1 1  The  Law  is  holy,  juft,  and  true, 
And  what  it  fpeaks,  it  fpeaks  to  you 
Who  to  be  under  it  defire, 

And  eagerly  thereby  afpire 

To  everlafting  Life  and  Blifs, 

Thro'  Works  of  your  own  Righteoufnefs. 

12  But  if  the  Gofpel-Sound  you'll  choofe, 
Nor  him  that  fpeaks  from  Heav'n  refufe, 
Prepare  to  hear  the  Tidings  good, 
Proclaim'd  to  Man  by  jfefu's  Blood  ; 
Adminiftred  with  Glory,  more 

Than  Sinai's  Law  which  went  before. 

13  No  dreadful  Thunders  roaring  here, 
Nor  Halting  Lightnings,  caufmg  Fear  j 

X  Nor 


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Nor     Earthquake,     Darknefs,     Smoak,    nor 
Flame, 

Nor  dreadful  Voice  when  Jefus  came  : 

But  all  was  glorious,  calm,  ferene, 

When  God  came  down  to  dwell  with  Men. 

14  From  Heav'n  the  flaming  Cherubs  came, 
And  fung  on  Earth  with  Tongues  of  Flame, 
Tidings  of  endlefs  Joy  to  all 

The  Sons  of  Adam  great  and  fmall  ; 
How  that  blefs'd  Morn  was  born  a  Child, 
By  whom  the  Law  mould  be  fulfill' d. 

15  Under  the  Law,  of  Woman  made, 
And,  as  of  all  his  Church,  the  Head  ; 
Perfect  Obedience  unto  Blood, 

To  yield  the  Law  engag'd  he  flood ; 

And  all  its  Breaches  to  repair, 

By  tailing  Death,  Hell,  and  Defpair. 

16  Divinely  born,  this  wond'rous  Child 
Was  holy,  harmlefs,  undefiTd  ! 

The  Law  he  perfectly  obey'd, 

In  Action,  Word,  nor  Thought,  e'er  flray'd  -y 

But  in  the  Law  was  his  Delight, 

By  doing  good  both  Day  and  Night. 

17  He  knew  no  Sin,  was  free  from  Guile, 
Nor  could  the  Tempter  him  defile  : 
One  God  he  ferv'd  in  Righteoufnefs  : 
Nor  bow'd  to  Creature-Likeneffes : 

His 


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His  Name  in  vain  he  never  took  : 
Nor  holy  Sabbath  ever  broke. 

1 S  Honour  to  Parents  he  did  give  ; 
Nor  ceas'd,  whilft  he  on  Earth  did  live  : 
Quite  free  from  Murder  and  Debate, 
Nor  did  his  Soul  his  Brother  hate  : 
His  Nature  loath'd  adult'rous  Fire, 
Nor  ever  felt  a  bafe  Defire. 

19  He  did  not  ileal  with  Heart,  nor  Hand  : 
Nor  bearing  Witnefs,  falfely  ftand  : 

No  Evil  of  his  Neighbour  fpake, 
Nor  coveted  with  Luft  to  take 
Whatever  was  his  Neighbour's  Right, 
'Twas  always  hateful  in  his  Sight, 

20  But  God,  with  all  his  Heart,  he  IovM : 
This  his  whole  Life  and  Practice  prov'd  : 
Next  as  himfelf,  yea  far  above 
Himfelf  he  doth  his  Neighbour  love. 
Does  unto  all  Men  what  he  would 

That  they,  in  all  their  Doings,  mould. 

21  The  Law,  thus  pleas'd,  demands,  at  laft. 
Atonement  for  the  Sin  that's  paft : 

He  undertook  the  Breach  to  heal, 
Our  Sin,  our  Curfe,  our  Hell,  to  feel  : 
The  full  Extent  of  Punimment, 
For  all  that's  Sin,  he  underwent. 


22  All 


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22  All  Chaftifements  by  him  were  borne, 
Wounds,  Blood,  and  Bruifes  him  adorn  ; 
His  Nerves  all  broken  ;  gloomy  Fears 
Rufh  on  him  ;  Blood,  and  Sweat,  and  Tears, 
Moifl'ning  the  burning  Sacrifice, 
Gratefully  fmoaking  to  the  Skies. 

a 3  Death-Pangs,  with  all  the  Pains  of  Hell, 
In  dreadful  Storms  upon  him  fell : 
Nor  may  the  finite  Mind  conceive  ; 
Nor  dare  the  Infidel  believe 
What  unknown  Torments  Jefus  felt ; 
What  Flames  of  Soul-devouring  Guilt. 

24  With  unregarded  Groans  and  Cries, 
Convulfive  Struggles,  dying  Sighs ; 
In  Character  of  Sinners  loft, 

He  fainting,  yielded  up  the  Ghoft  : 
Death  took  him  Pris'ner,  him  dctain'd, 
Whilft  the  lead  Charge  of  Sin  remain'd. 

25  His  holy  Life,  his  Death  and  Smart  -9 
Tormented  Soul,  and  broken  Heart ; 
The  holy  Law,  more  magnify 'd 
Than  if  a  thoufand  Worlds  had  dy'd  : 
O  Love !  in  him  the  glor'ous  God, 
Redeems  his  Church  with  his  own  Blood. 

4 

26  O  glorious  Truth,  with  Jefus  one  ! 
To  all  he  is,  and  all  that's  done 
By  him,  we've  an  undoubted  Right, 
There  holy  in  the  Father's  Sight : 

Myfterious 


[     i69     ]    • 

Myfterious  Union  !  there  is  known 
His  Perfon,  Life,  and  Death  our  own. 

27  Then,  O  my  Soul,  no  longer  fear 
Old  Sinai's  Thunders  ;  joyful  hear 
The  Voice  of  Love,  the  Love  of  God, 
The  Voice  of  Jefu's  richeft  Blood  : 

Tho'  thou,  poor  Soul,  had   nought  to  give, 
The  Blood  of  J  ejus  bids  thee  live. 

28  Live  ;  lo  !  he  gives  his  All  to  thee  : 
Live  now  from  Condemnation  free  ; 
Live,  fmce  thou  haft  in  Jefus  dy'd ; 
Live,  Juftice  now  is  fatisfy'd  : 
For-ever  live,  he  lives  again  ; 

To  all  he  is,  urge  frill  thy  Claim. 

29  O  Lamb,  whoe'er  in  thee  believes, 
The  Witnefs  of  the  Truth  receives  : 
How  thou,  our  Chrift,  our  Joy,  our  Blifs, 
Art  the  full  End  for  Righteoufnefs, 

Of  ev'ry  Law  :  (O  glorious  Grace  !) 
To  guilty  Adam's  Sinner  Race. 

30  Hail,  Saviour  of  the  Body,  hail  ! 
O'er  all  our  Foes  didfl  thou  prevail ; 
For-ever  wear  the  glorious  Wreath 
Of  Vi&'ry  over  Hell  and  Death  : 
We  fee,  with  Joy  divinely  fweet, 
All  conquer'd  at  thy  bleeding  Feet. 

Compos'd 


[     *7°    ] 
L£X. 

Compos'd  for  the  General  Fast,  in  the  Year 

*757- 

Can  the  Children  of  the  Bride-Chambr  faft,  while 
the  Bridegroom  is  with  them  f  As  long  as  they 
have  the  Bridegroom  with  them,  they  cannot  faft  : 
Bid  the  Days  will  come  when  the  Bridegroom 
jhall  be  taken  away  from  them,  and  thenjhall 
they  J aft,  Mark  ii.  19,  20- 

1  TWT  O  W  doth  the  Truth  appear, 
X%    Our  dear  prophetic  Lord, 
Of  what  thou  didft  declare 

In  thine  unerring  Word  ; 
The  awful  Signs,  by  thee  foretold, 
Of  thine  Approach,  we  now  behold. 

2  Nations  are  in  Diflrefs, 

Striving,  by  Force  and  Fraud, 
Each  other  to  opprefs  ; 

Yet  their  own  Ways  applaud : 
In  divers  Places  Earthquakes  are, 
Mens  Hearts  are  failing  them  for  Fear. 

3  The  Gods  of  Earth,  their  Jars 

Occafions  fierce  Debate  ; 
Contefts  and  bloody  Wars 
Proclaim  their  mut'al  Hate  5 

Whilft 


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Whilft  mutt'ring  Rumour  now  declares, 
How  all  the  World  for  War  prepares. 

4  Redeemer,  thou  wilt  come, 

(Thofe  Signs  point  out  thy  Way) 
To  bring  thy  Children  Home, 

We  wait  the  glor'ous  Day : 
'Till  then  we  calmly  reft  in  thee, 
From  Dread  of  each  ill-boding  free. 

5  We  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord  ; 

Nor  will  we  hopelefs  grieve  ; 
Inftru&ed  by  thy  Word, 

Rejoicing  we  believe. 
That  all  Things  work,  thro'  Jefu's  Blood, 
Now,  and  for-ever  for  our  Good, 

6  Our  deareft  Bridegroom  lives  ! 

And  all  our  Need  fupplies  } 
Himfelf  our  Food  he  gives, 

Eat,  my  Belov'd,  he  cries  : 
His  Love  is  our  divine  Repaft  ! 
O !  how  then  can  his  Children  faft. 

7  If  thou  art  tak'n  away, 

Lo  !  then  thy  Children  faft  : 
But  if  thou  with  us  ftay, 

We've  a  contin'al  Feaft  : 
All  other  Food  our  Souls  defpife, 
But  thee,  our  Lamb  and  Sacrifice. 


8  We'll 


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8  We'll  faft  from  all  but  thee  ; 
Thy  Flefh  is  Meat  indeed  ; 
To  drink  thy  Blood  we're  free  : 

On  this  alone  we  feed  ! 
Pleas'd  with  this  Food,  molt  holy  Lamb, 
We  eat  and  drink,    and  blefs  thy  Name. 

LXXI. 

What  is  thy  Beloved  more  than  another  Beloved, 
0  thou  fair  eft  among  Women  f  Cant.  v.  9. 

1    I  "\Aughters  of  jerufalem, 

'    JL/     If  you  find  my  well-belov'd, 

Strongly  reprefent  my  Flame  ; 

Tell  him  how  my  Heart  is  mov'd  ; 

Sick  of  Love,  I,  panting,  lie  : 

O  !  bid  him  hafte,  or  elie  I  die. 

a  What  is  this  Belov'd  of  thine, 

O  thou  faireft  among  Women  ? 

What  Perfections  in  him  mine  ? 

Say  why  thou  conclud'fl  there's  no  Man 

Beautiful  and  true  as  he  ? 

O  !  why  this  folemn  Charge  from  thee. 

3  My  Belov'd  is  white  as  Snow, 

Ruddy  as  the  new-blown  Rofes  j 
Th'  White  his  Deity  doth  fliow, 
Th'  Red  his  human  Form  fuppofes  ; 

From 


[     l73    1 

From  each  Spot  and  Blemifh  free, 
O  chief  among  ten  Thoufand  he  ! 

4  His  Head  is  as  the  finefl  Gold, 

His  bufhy  Locks  black  as  a  Raven  ; 
His  Worth  and  Wifdom  ftill  untold 

In  our  Songs,  here,  or  in  Heav'n  : 
Once  with  Thorns,  crown' d  now  with  Pow'r  ; 
O  he's  the  Man  whom  I  adore  ! 

5  His  Eyes  are  as  the  Eyes  of  Doves, 

Innocent,  chafte,  ftrong,  and  piercing, 
Darting  on  me  richefl  Loves  ; 

His  Heart's  Language  ftill  rehearfing  j 
Their  Omnifcience  guards  my  Ways  ; 
O  how  attracting  are  his  Eyes  ! 

6  His  Cheeks  are  as  the  fpicy  Bed, 

Sweeter  than  the  fweetefl  Flowers, 
Of  a  lovely  crimfon  Red  ; 

Perfect  Beauties,  flrongeft  Powers, 
Clufl'ring  in  his  Face  are  feen  : 
O  faired  of  the  Sons  of  Men  ! 

7  His  Lips,  like  Lilies,  kindly  give 

Words  as  Myrrh,  moft  fweetly  fmelling  ; 
Words,  whereon  his  Children  live, 

Angel's  Harmony  excelling  ; 
When  Love's  Silence  firft  he  brake, 
O  Heav'n  was  in  the  Word  he  fpake  I 

3  His  Legs,  as  Marble  Pillars,  ftand 
On  fine  Gold,  of  long  Duration, 

Y  Shews 


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Shews  his  Strength  and  high  Command  : 

Man  in  God,  the  fure  Foundation  ; 
Bears  eternal  Government ; 
O  in  his  Love  is  true  Content ! 

9  His  Count'nance  more  glorious  is 

Than  Lebanon's  tailed  Cedar  ; 
Majcflic  more  than  all  its  Trees, 

'Mongft  all  Beauties  he's  the  Leader  ; 
The  Creation  is  too  low, 
O  my  Belov'd,  thy  Worth  to  mow  ! 

10  O  how  beauteous  is  his  Mouth  ! 

Swecteft  Heav'n  is  in  his  Kifles  ; 
Always  fpeaking  Words  of  Truth, 

Promifing  ten  thoufand  BliiTes  ; 
I,  his  gracious  Words  believe  : 
O  he  ne'er  will  nor  can  deceive  ! 

1 1  He's  beyond  Defcription  fair, 

Sweet,  and  lovely  all  together  ; 
All  Relations  in  him  are, 

Bridegroom,  Brother,  Hufband,  Father, 
Wonderful  this  Man  divine  ! 
O  all  Perfections  in  him  ihine  ! 

12  O!  ye  Daughters,  this  is  he, 

This  my  Friend,  and  well-belov'd  j 
Could  you  but  his  Glory  fee, 

Soon  my  Choice  would  be  approv'd  ; 
Won,  like  me,  by  conq'ring  Love, 
O  ye  my  Flame  would  quickly  prove. 

LXXII.  On: 


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LXXII. 

One  Thing  have  I  defired  of  the  Lord,  that  will  I 
feek  alfo,  that  I  may  dwell  in  the  Houfe  of  the 
Lord  all  the  Days  of  my  Life,    to  behold  the 
Beauty  of  the  Lord,  and  to  inquire  in  his  "Tem- 
ple, Pf.  xxvii.  4. 

1  ^T  TArious  the  Obje&s  Man  defires? 

V     Whilft  he  to  Happinefs  aipires  5 
Each  longing  Senfe,  would  be  poffeft 
Of  what  moft  fuits  his  childifh  Tafte  ; 
There  feeking  lafting  Peace,  and  folid  Joy, 
And  heav'nly  Sweets,  which  ne'er  will  fade 
nor  cloy. 

2  Of  thee,  my  fov'reign  Lord  and  King, 
My  longing  Soul  defires  one  Thing  : 

I  in  thine  Houfe  would  ever  dwell 9 

Thy  Goodnefs,  O  my  God,  to  tell ; 

There  to  behold,   with    Joy,  thy   beauteous 

Face, 
Inquiring  at  thy  Oracles  of  Grace. 

3  This  have  I  long  denVd  of  thee, 
Thy  Beauties  in  thine  Houfe  to  fee ; 
One  Day,  my  God,  is  better  there, 
Than  arc  a  thoufand  Days  elfe where  : 
For,  O  !  thy  holy  Temple  is  the  Place 
Where  thou  unvcil'ft  thy  Beauty  and  thy  Grace; 

4  Thy 


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4  Thy  Body,  Lamb,  once  bath'd  in  Blood, 
That  Temple  is,  that  Houfe  of  God  ; 
Where  all  the  Church,  in  Myftery, 

As  living  Stones  are  built  in  thee  ; 

To  which,  by  Faith,  we  all  repair,  and  tell 

How  God  is  pleas'd  in  it,  in  us  to  dwell. 

5  Thy  Minifters,  as  Flames  of  Fire, 
Attending  with  intenfe  Defire  ; 
Thy  Servants  round  thy  Table  fet, 
Spread  with  divine,  with  heav'nly  Meat : 
Apparel'd  in  the  Spirit,  and  the  Word, 
Here  dwell  for-ever  in  thy  Temple,  Lord. 

6  Brighter  than  all,  O  Morning- Star  ! 
Thou  fhin'fl  with  Rays  refplendent  here  5 
Brighter  than  Solomon  of  old 

E'er  (hone  in  Wifdom,  Pow'r,  or  Gold  : 
Extafy'd  more  thy  Saints  than  Sbeba's  Queen, 
When  thofe  the  Beauties  of  thine  Houfe  are  feen. 

LXXIII. 

Compos'd  for  the  General  Fast,  in  the  Year 

From  Ifa.  v.  8. 

1   /^RY  aloud,  is  the  Command  ; 
\^A  Spare  not,  be  bold  and  free  ; 
Trumpet  thro'  a  guilty  Land, 
How  they  have  err'd  from  me  ; 

'Till 


C    w   ] 

'Till  their  Sinfulnefs  of  Heart, 

And  Practice,  is  to  them  declar'd  ; 

J  ejus  only  can  avert 

The  Judgments  that's  prepar'd. 

2  Yet  they  daily  feek  my  Face, 

With  much  profefs'd  Delight ; 
As  a  Nation  rich  in  Grace, 

And  righteous  in  his  Sight ; 
Truth  and  Juflice  they  would  have, 

Seem  pleas'd  in  their  Approach  to  God  y 
Jefus  only  can  us  fave, 

By  his  own  precious  Blood. 

3  Wherefore  do  we  fail,  fay  they. 

Yet  thou  doft  not  regard  ? 
Wherefore  fan&ify  a  Day, 

And  yet  thou  haft  not  heard  ? 
'Caufe  herein  you  Pleafure  find, 

As  fuch  who  merit  future  Blifs  : 
Jefus  only  was  defign'd 

To  be  our  Righteoufnefs. 

4  Lo  !  ye  faft  for  foul  Debate, 

With  wicked  Fift  to  fmite  ; 
Still  retaining  Strife  and  Hate, 

Nor  ceafe  from  cruel  Spite  : 
Ye  (hall  not  faft,  on  this  Day, 

To  make  your  Voice  be  heard  on  high  : 
Jefus  only  is  the  Way, 

If  you'll  to  God  draw  nigh. 


5  Have 


[    178   ] 

5  Have  I  chofc  fuch  Fafts  as  thefe, 

Or  ever  this  allow'd 
That  your  Troubles  me  appeafe, 

Tho'  like  a  Bull-rufh  bow'd  ? 
Yet  wilt  thou  call  this  a  Faft, 

A  Day  accepted  of  your  God  ? 
Jefus  is  our  Firfl  and  Laft, 

The  Sum  of  all  our  Good, 

LXXIV. 

The  fame. 

1  nfTHIS  is  the  Faft,  which  I  will  choofc, 

1      The  Burdens  to  undo  ; 
The  Bands  of  Wickednefs  to  loofe, 

And  let  the  Pris'ner  go  : 
Let  fuch  who  are  oppreft  be  freed. 

Break  ev'ry  Yoke  in  twain, 
Gladly  fupply  the  Brethren's  Need, 

And  thus  allay  their  Pain  : 

2  To  hungry  Souls  to  deal  thy  Bread, 

Nor  thrufl  them  from  thy  Door, 
But  in  thine  Houfe  a  Table  fpread, 

For  all  the  caft-out  Poor  : 
To  all  the  Naked  Cov'ring  give, 

Their  drooping  Hearts  refrefh  ; 
Nor  hide  thyfelf,  whilfl  thou  doll  live, 

From  thofe  who' re  thine  own  Flefh. 


3  At- 


[     i79    3 

3  Attentive  to  the  heav'nly  Word 

We  ftand  convi&ed  deep, 
That  we  ourfelves,  before  the  Lord, 

This  Faft  can  never  keep  : 
But  up  we  look  unto  our  Head, 

J  ejus  the  Faft  hath  kept ; 
And  us  in  him,  thro'  all  he  did. 

The  Father  doth  accept. 

4  He  kept  the  Faft,  which  God  did  choofe  \ 

Our  Burdens  did  undo  \ 
Our  Bands  of  Wickednds  did  loofe, 

And  let  us  Prisoners  go  : 
From  Sin's  Oppreffion  us  he  freed, 

Brake  ev'ry  Yoke  in  twain, 
Gladly  fupply'd  his  Brethren's  Need, 

And  fav'd  us  from  Hell's  Pain. 

5  To  us  he  deals  the  living  Bread, 

Nor  thrufts  us  from  his  Door ; 
But  to  his  Houfe,  and  Table  fpread, 

He  brings  us  caft-out  Poor  : 
Cloath'd  with  the  Labours  of  his  Crofs, 

He  did  our  Hearts  refrefh ; 
Nor  did  he  hide  himfelf  from  us, 

But  calls  us  his  own  Flefh. 

€  Hail,  Alpha  and  Omega ,  hail ! 
All  hail,  thou  firft  and  laft ! 
O'er  all  our  Foes  we  fhall  prevail, 
For  thou  haft  kept  the  Faft  : 


Com- 


[     i8o     ] 

Complete  in  thee,  our  dearcft  Lord, 

Thy  Works  as  ours  are  known : 
We  now,  encourag'd  by  thy  Word, 

Conclude  thy  Fad's  our  own. 

LXXV. 

An  Imitation  of  a  French  Sonnet. 

For  in  thy  Sight  Jhall  no  Man  living  be  juftified, 
Pf.  cxliii.  2. 

But  the  Scripture  hath  concluded  all  under  Sin9 
that  the  Fromifc,  by  Faith,  of  J  ejus  Chrifl,  might 
he  given  to  them  that  believe,  Gal.  hi.  22. 

1  ^1  REAT  God  !  thy  Judgments,  all  are  fill'd 
vJ     With  Equity  and  Mercy  mild  ; 

Great  Pleafure  doft  thou  take 
To  be  propitious  unto  Man, 
To  pardon-  where  thy  Mercies  can, 

And  for  thy  own  Name's  fake. 

2  But  I  have  fo  much  Evil  done, 
That  if  thou  judge  me  as  I've  run 

The  Paths  of  Vice  \  I'm  fure 
Thy  Goodnefs  cannot  pardon  me, 
Without  apparent  Injury 

Done  to  thy  Juftice  pure. 

3  Indeed,  my  God,  if  thou  fhould'ft  try 

My  Greatnefs  of  Impiety, 
It  leaves  nought  in  thy  Pow'r, 


But 


C     181     ] 

But  my  Damnation  foon  to  choofc, 
On  me  to  let  thy  Terrors  loofe, 
On  me  thy  Wrath  to  fhow'r. 

4  Thine  Int'reft,  Lord,  oppofes  me  ; 
Nor  Happinefs  will  let  me  fee, 

Becaufe  thou  holy  art  : 
Thy  Clemency,  itfelf,  waits  now 
For  my  Deftruction,  waits,  whilfl  thou 

With  Hell  transfix  my  Heart. 

5  Since,  for  thy  Glory,  I  muft  die, 
On  me,  my  God,  then  fatisfy 

Thy  holy,  juft  Defire  : 
At  thefe  my  Tears,  which  plent'ous  flow, 
Be  thou  offended  highly  now, 

And  blaft  me  with  thy  Fire. 

6  Thunder  and  Fury  on  me  fall  ; 

'Tis  juft,  as  War  for  War  doth  call : 

When  perifhing,  I'll  fay, 
There's  nought  unjuft  hath  taken  Place  $ 
Tho'  from  the  Footftool  of  thy  Grace 

Thou  fpurnedft  me  away. 

7  But,  Lord,  hear  what  I  have  to  plead, 
Befide  my  late  Confeflion  made 

Of  Evil  I  have  done  ; 
What  Part  of  me  now  wilt  thou  wound  ? 
Where  am  I  penetrable  found, 

Not  armed  with  thy  Son  ? 


8  The 


C    '82    ] 

8  The  Blood  of  Jefus  covers  all  ! 
O  !  where  then  can  thy  Fury  fall  ? 

Sure  not  upon  my  Heart  ? 
Then  let  thy  flaming  Eyes,  my  God, 
Find  what's  not  cover'd  with  his  Blood, 

And  fur'ous  fmite  that  Part. 

LXXVI. 

Te  are  God's  Building,   1  Cor.  iii.  9. 
Builded  together  for  an  Habitation  of  God,  through 
the  Spirit,  Eph.  ii.  22. 

1  '1^rE  are  God's  Building,  (is  the  Word) 

X.       Rais'd  for  the  Glory  of  the  Lord, 

Where  he  delights  to  dwell : 
In  Jefus,  rais'd  by  his  own  Hand, 
This  Building  ever  mall  withftand 

The  hoftile  Gates  of  Hell. 

2  As  fkilful  Builders  always  care 
Proper  Materials  to  prepare, 

'Needful  for  Strength  and  Grace  5 
So  did  he  choofe  us  in  our  Head, 
Ere  Time  commene'd,  or  Worlds  were  made, 

To  build  his  Dwelling-Place.  # 

3  Such  no  untemper'd  Mortar  ufe, 
But  juftly  will  the  fame  refute 

For  what's  more  excellent ; 

All 


[     *83     3 
All  human  Daubings  God  defpis'd  ; 
When  he  his  noble  Building  rais'd, 
Ckrift  was  the  ftrong  Cement, 

4  Would  you  the  flately  Pile  furvey, 
Its  Beauty,  Strength  and  Harmony  ? 

Then  Chrift  Immanuel  fee  I 
Where  all  Perfections  in  him  meet, 
There  is  the  Building  feen  complete, 
The  Sum  of  all  is  He. 

LXXVIL 

The  fame. 

i  HP1  H  E  Builder,  whom  true  Wifdom  fways, 
1      Firft,  the  Foundation  deeply  lays  ; 
Prepared  againfl  each  Shock  : 
Our  Builder,  fure  of  his  own  Plan, 
Founded  us  deeply  in  the  Man, 
On  God,  th*  eternal  Rock. 

2  Chrift  is  that  precious  Comer-Stone, 
Which  all  his  Church  is  built  upon  ; 

Nor  can  it  ever  fall : 
The  Prophets,  and  Apoftles  too, 
*    Other  Foundation  never  knew 
Than  Jefus^  Lord  of  all. 

3  Chrift,  in  this  Building  is  the  Door  ; 
And  always  open  to  the  Poor, 

Who  would  approach  their  God  : 

Nor, 


Nor,  tho'  they're  naked,  need  they  fear ; 
For  Chrlji  is  yea  ;  boldly  draw  near, 
And  plead  redeeming  Blood. 

4  As  Windows,  rang'd,  admit  the  Light 
To  chafe  the  Horrors  of  the  Night, 

Enlightning  every  Part  : 
So,  in  our  Saviour's  lovely  Face, 
The  Godhead  fhines  in  Love  and  Grace, 

To  cheer  the  human  Heart. 

5  The  Stone  the  Builders  did  refufe, 
Which  human  Wifdom  ne'er  will  choofc, 

Is  here  the  Head-ftorte  feen  : 
Brought  forth  with  Joy  to  make  all  fafl  j 
Chrift  is  the  firft  Stone  and  the  laft  ; 

The  Church  is  fafe  between. 

6  The  fpacious  Roof,  extended  wide, 
Lock'd  in  fecure  on  ev'ry  Side, 

Braves  all  the  Storms  that  fall  : 
Chriji  is  that  Cov'ring,  fuited  well, 
To  fhelter  Man  from  Storms  of  Hell  ; 

O  Chrift  !  thou  art  our  All. 

LXXVIII. 

The  fame. 

i  X^T  THEN  Elements  and  Time  will  fade, 
W     (What  wifeft  Archite&s  have  made) 
Mould'ring  to  whence  it  came  ; 

God's 


"    C    *«5    3 

God's  Building  ever  fhall  endure, 
In  all  Things  order'd  well  and  fure, 
Chriji  always  is  the  fame. 

1  When  we  the  infide  Work  furvey, 

What  Grandeur  does  the  whole  difplay  ! 

How  glorious  ev'ry  Part ! 
Earth's  Beauties  all  are  far  too  mean 
To  point  out  what's  in  Jefus  feen, 

When  he  attracts  the  Heart. 

3  Foundation,  Chrift,  and  Head-ftone  too, 
The  Alpha  and  Omega  thou, 

Of  this,  the  Houfe  of  God  : 
A  lively  Stone,  on  thee  I'm  built, 
And  wafh'd  from  all  my  dreadful  Guilt, 
In  thine  atoning  Blood. 

LXXIX. 

After  Preaching* 

OThe  Tidings  how  profound  ! 
Which  our  Ears  and  Hearts  have  bleft  ; 
This  indeed's  the  joyful  Sound  : 

Here  our  weary  Souls  find  Reft  ; 
O  how  rich,  how  good  ! 

Jefus,  thou  the  Subject  art ; 
Thy  deep  Myftery  and  Blood, 
With  all  other  Sounds  we'll  part. 

LXXX.  The 


C     186    ] 

The  fame. 

WE  the  joyful  Sound  have  heard, 
And,  hearing,  have  believ'd  ; 
What  the  Gofpel  hath  declared, 
We,  Sinners,  have  received  : 
Blafted  lies  the  Creature's  Pride, 

And  human  Haughtinefs  finks  low  ; 
jfefus,  and  him  crucify'd, 
Is  all  the  Blifs  we  know. 

LXXXL 

The  fame. 


T 


HY  Myflery,  O  Chri/l,  how  great ! 
Thy  BeautieSj  how  divine  ! 
Thy  Wounds,  thy  Death,  thy  bloody  Sweat 

With  endlefs  Radiance  mine  : 
With  wond'ring  Hearts,  we  now  have  feen, 

In  thy  tranfparent  Blood, 
The  friendly,  milling,  lov'd,  ferene^ 

Unclouded  Face  of  God  ! 


LXXXIL  The 


C    187   ] 

LXXXII. 

The  fame* 

1  r  |  fO  Jefus,  lifted  up  on  High  ; 

JL       As  Doves  unto  their  Windows  fly 

We  fpeed  for  Life  and  Peace  : 
His  Blood,  how  pow'rfully  it  draws  ! 
Now  it  hath  quite  remov'd  the  Caufe 

Of  Sorrow  and  Diftrefs. 

2  As  Members  to  their  Head  muil  join, 
And  Branches  grow  in  their  own  Vine, 

So  are  we  in  the  Lamb  : 
Ours  all  his  Beauty,  Life,  and  Fruit, 
On  him  we  grow,  our  Head  and  Root, 

And  hail  the  facrcd  Name, 

LXXXIII. 

The  fame* 

CHRIST,  our  Head's  gone  up  on  High, 
And  we  his  Body  are  ; 
All  our  Sorrows  we'll  lay  by, 
And  each  diftra&ing  Care  : 
Tho'  we  Satan's  Darts  may  feel  5 

Yet  he  can  never  flrike  us  dead  : 
He  may  bruife  us  on  the  Heel, 
But  cannot  reach  our  Head. 

LXXXIV.  The 


[     i88     ] 
LXXXIV. 

The  fame, 

GLor'ous  Jefus  !  glor'ous  Jefus  ! 
Thy  dear  Name  to  praife  ; 
This  fhall  plcafe  us,  this  lhall  pleafe  us, 

Greatly  all  our  Days : 
O  thy  Beauties,  how  divine  ! 
How  they  in  the  Gofpel  fhine  ! 
Holy  Saviour,  live  for-ever, 
All  our  Songs  be  thine. 

LXXXV. 

On  obferving  the  Motion  of  a  Watch. 

1~i  I M  E  flies, 
.     Man  dies, 
Eternity's  at  Hand : 
What's  bcft ! 
My  Reft 
Ii  in  Immanuel9^  Land, 


LXXXVI.  tte 


C    189   3 

LXXXVI. 

The  Te/timony  of  a  Chrijlian  ;  found  after  his  De- 
parture ;  written,  during  his  Illnefs,  with  a 
Pencil,  on  the  Wall, 

TRUE  confcious  Honour  is  to  feel  no  Sin  ; 
He's  arm'd  without  who's  innocent  within  : 
If  any  afk  me,  how  I  prove  this  Blifs  ? 
Chrift  is  my  Purity,  my  Wedding-Drefs, 


H 


LXXXVII. 

After  Preaching. 
OW  charmingly  founds 


The  Word  of  the  Lord  ! 
Where  Witnefs  abounds, 

That  Man  is  reftor'd 
To  God,  his  PofTemon, 

Dear  Jefus  in  thee  -7 
From  Sin  and  Tranfgreffion 

For-ever  fet  free. 

2  How  glor'ous  the  Name 

Of  Jefus,  our  King  i 
Thou  crucify'd  Lamb, 

Thine  Honours  we  fing  : 
Our  Hope  and  Salvation 

To  World  without  End  ; 
Our  neareft  Relation, 

And  faithfulleft  Friend. 


A  a  LXXXVIIL 


[     i9o     ] 
LXXXVIII. 

The  fame. 

i  "\X7"  HAT  Bleflings  in  the  Lamb  abound  ! 
VV     To  all  who  know  the  joyful  Sound  \ 
Thy  Countenance,  O  Lord,  mall  mine 
On  them  with  Brightnefs  all  divine. 

a  The  Grievances  which  them  opprefs'd, 
In  Jefus  now  they  fee  redrefs'd  : 
This  Mercy  we  thy  Worms  now  prove, 
And  blefs  thy  Grace,  thou  God  of  Love. 

3  Infinite  Wifdom,  all  our  Days 
Will  we  admire  thy  pleafant  Ways : 
Thy  Paths  are  Peace,  we'll  run  and  blefs 
The  Lord  our  Life  and  Righteoufnefs. 

LXXXIX. 

The  fame. 

Tho9  I  were  perfeel  yet  would  I  not  know  my  Soul, 
I  would  defpife  my  Life,  Job  ix.  21. 

1   y^lOULD  I  of  all  Perfection  boaft, 
\^Jk   As  pure  as  that  which  Adam  loft, 
Pd  facrifice  it  to  thy  Blood, 
My  Chrifl,  my  All,  my  only  Good. 

2  Were 


C     *9*     ] 

2  Were  I  as  Abra'm,  flrong  in  Faith, 
And  boldly  ftedfaft  unto  Death  ; 
Yd  bid  my  Faithfulnefs  adieu, 
And  Jefus  only  faithful  view. 

3  If  I  more  meek  than  Mofes  were, 
Quite  free  from  Anger,  Strife,  or  Fear ; 
Yet  this  I  gladly  would  defpife, 

And  Jefu\  Meeknefs  only  prize. 

4  Was  I  as  Job  fubmiffive,  (till 
Patient,  refign'd  in  ev'ry  111  ; 

Yet  all  mould  fade  before  his  Crofs, 
Compar'd  with  Him,  it  is  but  Drofs. 

5  If  I  was  wife  as  Solomon, 

Like  him  with  Zeal  and  Adour  fhone  % 
Like  him  Pd  vain  and  foolifh  fee 
My  Wifdom,  Zeal,  yea  all  but  Thee. 

6  Had  I  an  AngeFs  Purity  ; 
Yea  even  this  I  would  deny  ; 

Nor  Good  confefs  in  Name  or  Thing, 
But  Chrift  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  King. 


XG  The 


C    *9*    ] 
xc. 

The  Jams. 

1  "  E  S  U  S  only  will  we  fing, 
3    His  Myftery  adore  ; 

Thee  we  praife,  our  bleeding  King, 
Thy  Wifdom,  Love,  and  Pow'r  : 

Thou  haft  wrought  our  Works  for  us 
In  us  thou  dy'dft  and  liv'ft  again  ; 

By  the  Labour  of  thy  Crofs, 
We  endlefs  Life  obtain. 

2  Live !  thou  mighty  Prince  of  Life  j 

Great  King  of  Glory,  reign  ! 
Him  to  praife  be  all  our  Strife, 

Who  for  our  Sins  was  flain. 
With  himfelf,  from  Sin  and  Shame, 

Blamelefs  to  God  he  did  us  raife  : 
Worthy  is  the  holy  Lamb 

Of  everlafting  Praife. 

XCI. 

The  fame. 


G 


LORY  be  to  God  on  High  ; 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ; 
Sing  we  Praifes  mightily, 

To  ImmanuePs  worthy  Name  : 


He 


C    m   1 

He  is  God  with  us  ; 

In  him  we're  efpous'd  to  God  ; 
In  him  we  are  purg'd,  by  Blood, 

From  our  Filth,  our  Sin  and  Drofs. 

XCIL 

The  fame* 

i   TJ  O  W  pow'rful  is  the  glor'ous  Word  ! 
X.  A  The  unctious  Word  of  God, 
Which  preaches  Jefus  Chrift  our  Lord, 
His  Sufl'rings,  Death  and  Blood. 

2  How  it  reveals  his  Myftery  ! 
Who  did  our  Souls  redeem  ; 
Explains  the  facred  Unity, 
And  fhouts  us  fav'd  in  him. 

j  It  fhews  us  ev'ry  Law  Command, 
Dear  Lamb,  fulfill'd  in  thee  ; 
And  bids  us  faft,  and  fearlefs  ftand, 
Where  thou  haft  made  us  free. 

4  Dear,  glorious  Lamb,  we  thee  adore  ; 
We  praife  thee  for  thy  Word  : 
But  for  thyfelf  we  praife  thee  more, 
O  !  holy,  holy  Lord. 


XCIII.  The 


[     »94     3 
XCIII. 

The  fame. 

Lcfs'd  arc  the  Eyes  that  fee ; 
The  Ears  are  blefs'd  that  hear 
The  Trumpet  of  the  Jubilee, 
The  great  fabbatic  Year. 


B 


2  We  plough,  nor  fow  no  more, 

Nor  toil  for  living  Bread  ; 
For  we've  a  never  failing  Store, 
A  Table  plent'ous  fpread. 

3  The  Servant  now  is  free  ; 

The  hateful,  heavy  Yoke 
(That  all  might  tafte  true  Liberty) 
From  ev'ry  Neck  is  broke. 

4  Th'  Inheritance  once  fold, 

Which  the  poor  Bankrupt  mourns, 
To  the  true  Owner  without  Gold, 
Or  Price,  it  now  returns. 

5  O  J  ejus  !  ever  bleft, 

Thou  art  our  Jubilee  ; 
Our  Reftoration,  and  our  Reft, 
Is  all,  dear  Lamb,  in  thee. 

6  Thy  Name,  O  bleeding  King, 

Shall  dwell  on  all  our  Tongues  -p 

And 


C   195   ] 

And  cv'ry  Heart,  infpir'd,  fhall  fing 
Thy  Praife  in  all  their  Songs. 

7  Worthy  the  honour'd  Name 
Of  Jefus  Chrift,  our  Lord  ; 
He's  God  Almighty,  and  the  Lamb, 
Eternally  ador'd. 

XCIV. 

Solemn  Praife. 

1  OING  the  Triumphs  of  your  conquYmg 
C3   Head,  and  crucified  King  ; 

His  Atchievments,    when  he  vanquiuYd 

All  our  Enemies,  we'll  Ting  : 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

Glory,  Glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 

2  Long  he  flruggled  with  confufed 

Noife,  and  Garments  rolFd  in  Blood, 
'Till  deftroying  Sin,  and  Hell,  and 

Death,  he  refcu'd  Man  to  God  : 
Hallelujah,  &c. 


Mod  triumphant,  greatly  glor'ous, 
He  from  Death  and  Hell  arofe  ; 

In  him  all  his  Church,  victor'ous, 
Triumph'd  o'er  her  dreadful  Foes : 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


4  High 


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4  High  afcending  'midfl:  angelic 

Songs,  and  Sounds  of  Trumpets  loud, 
In  eternal  Triumph  leading 

All  the  Captives  of  his  Blood  : 
Hallelujah^   &c. 

5  Far  above  the  higheft  Heaven 

Thus  he  glorioufly  afcends, 
Where  the  Honour's  to  him  given, 

Ev'ry  Thought  of  Man  tranfeends : 
Hallelujah^    &c. 

6  There,  exalted,  live  and  reign,  whilfl; 

We  admire  thy  Wounds  and  Blood, 
'Till  we  fee  thee  come  again,  in 

All  the  Pomp  and  Pow'r  of  God : 
Hallelujah^  Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

Glory,  Glory,  Lord,  be  thine. 


PART 


PART      II. 


CONTAINING 


HYMNS 


AND 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS, 


B    Y 


JOHN       R    E    L    L    r. 


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HYMNS, 


L 


i  Tt  If  Y  Song  fhall  be  of  him  who  dy'd 
1.VJL  Upon  the  Mount  of  Calvary  ; 
His  Name,  his  Blood,  and  Nought  befide 
Shall  be  my  Theme  eternally. 


2  I  view  him  in  his  infant  Form, 

Poor,  helplefs,  in  a  Manger  laid  ; 
To  refcue  me,  a  worthlefs  Worm, 

Th5  eternal  Word  my  Flefh  was  made, 

3  At  eight  Days  old  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

To  purge  our  Filth  his  Blood  was  fpilt ; 
Thus  all  the  Members,  in  the  Head, 
Were  purg'd  from  their  parental  Guilt, 

4  A  Man  of  Sorrows  was  my  Lord, 

Tempted  like  me  in  ev'ry  Point  ; 
That  he  true  Succour  might  afford 

To  tempted  Souls,  who  elfe  would  faint, 


De* 


~ 


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5  Defpis'd  and  friendlefs  was  the  Lamb> 

Abafed  to  a  low  Degree, 
Refus'd  by  all  with  Scorn  and  Shame, 
That  he  our  faithful  Friend  might  be. 

6  Mark  how  he  loves  his  Blood-bought  Friends  ! 

When  in  his  greateft  Agony 
He  pleads  for  them,  he  them  defends, 
They're  as  the  Apple  of  his  Eye. 

7  For  when  the  Multitude  came  on 

To  drag  him  to  the  curfed  Tree  ; 
Whom  feek  ye  ?  (fays  the  holy  One) 
If  me  you  feek,  the  Children  free. 

8  When  thus  accepted,  in  our  Stead, 

Juftice  the  Sinner  did  releafe ; 
And  for  the  Members  fmote  the  Head, 
Chaftis'd  him  for  our  Breach  of  Peace. 


IL 


i  /^\  Lamb,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  King, 
\^J  I  could  for-ever  fpeak  of  thee  ! 
Thy  Suft'rings,  and  thy  Conquefts  fing, 
O  !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  dy'd  for  me. 

2  What  Sufferings  didft  not  thou  fuftain  ! 
From  hellifh  Chains  my  Soul  to  free  ; 
What  Horrors,  Grief,  and  unknown  Pain  ! 
O !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  felt  for  me. 

3  At 


[   -aoi     ] 

3  At  Supper  with  thy  Family, 

Strange,  hellifh  Pains  caught  hold  on  thee  \ 
Then  the  important  Hour  drew  nigh, 
That  my  dear  Lamb  fhould  die  for  me. 

4  When  to  the  Garden  he  withdrew, 

How  fore  amaz'd  and  griev'd  was  he, 
Beyond  what  Mortals  ever  knew  ; 

O !  that  dear  Lamb,  who  griev'd  for  me. 

5  Proftrate  himfelf  he  humbly  lays  ; 

Great  ruddy  Drops  of  Sweat  I  fee 
Fall  from  him,  whilft  he  weeps  and  prays  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  who  pray'd  for  mc. 

6  They  buffeted  my  Lord  and  God  ; 

Yea,  on  thy  Cheek,  O  Chrifi,  fmote  thee 
The  Judge  of  7/rV,  with  a  Rod  ; 

O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  thus  fmote  for  me. 

7  Reviled,  fcourg'd,  fpit  on,  abus'd, 

Condemned  to  the  accurfed  Tree, 
Of  all  that's  vile  and  bafe  accus'd  ; 
O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  accus'd  for  me. 

8  The  Crofs  they  on  his  Shoulders  lay  ; 

To  bear  the  fame  the  Lamb  was  free, 
Until,  opprefs'd,  he  faints  away  ; 

O  !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  faints  for  mc. 

9  They  nail'd  him  to  the  fatal  Wood ; 

His  pierced  Hands  and  Feet  I  fee  ; 

From 


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From  ev'ry  Wound  frefh  Streams  of  Blood  ; 
O  !  the  dear  Lamb,  who  bled  for  me. 

10  They  lift  him  high  upon  the  Crofs, 

Naked  in  Blood,  that  all  might  fee  ; 

Whilft  Angels  gaze,  and  bow,  and  blufh  ; 

O !  that  dear  Lamb,  accurs'd  for  me. 

1 1  Tis  finim'd,  cry'd  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Then  dy'd  to  fet  his  Children  free  ; 
Salvation's  finiuVd,  cries  his  Blood  ; 

O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  who  dy'd  for  me. 

12  Down  thro5  the  Shades  of  Death  he  goes 

His  Enemies  all  conquer'd  flee  ; 
Triumphant  over  all  his  Foes  ; 

O  !  that  dear  Lamb,  did  all  for  me. 

13  With  Warriors  Scars, deep  Wounds  andBlood, 

Rais'd  from  the  Dead  again  I  fee 
My  everlafting  Lord  and  God, 

That  deareft  Lamb,  who  dy*d  for  me. 

14  O!  worthy  Lamb,  I'll  thee  adore, 

Let  Adam's  Offspring  all  agree 
To  praife  the  Lamb  who  dies  no  more, 
But  lives  to  blefs  both  them  and  me. 


in. 


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III. 

1    1~"XEAR  Shepherd,  fee  thy  Flock  here  met, 
\J  Before  thy  pierced  Feet  to  bow  ; 
To  praife  thy  Wounds,  thy  Blood  and  Sweat, 
Thro'  which  eternal  Love  did  flow. 


2  Thou  art  with  us  where  e'er  we  meet  ; 

Nor  wilt  thou  leave  us,  holy  Lamb  : 
We  find  a  Calm,  a  blefs'd  Retreat 
Beneath  the  Cov'ring  of  thy  Name* 

3  Great  Mercies  thou  to  us  haft  fhewn, 

Since  firft  we  knew  that  we  were  thine  \ 
Since  firft  thou  mark'd  us  for  thy  own, 
With  Grace  and  Righteoufnefs  divine. 

4  Seal'd  for  thine  own  we  furely  are  ; 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  our  Witnefs  is  : 
Nor  can  we  fall  from  Jefus  far, 
For  he  is  Love  and  Tendernefs. 

5  There's  none  can  pluck  us  from  his  Hand, 

Inclos'd  by  Grace  on  ev'ry  Side  ; 
His  Oath,  his  Promife  firmly  ftand, 
We  ever  fhall  with  him  abide  ! 

6  He  never  will  himfelf  deny  ; 

Nor  could  he  die  for  Man  in  vain  : 
How  then  fhall  God  in  Wrath  deftroy, 
The  Souls  for  whom  the  Lamb  was  flain. 

7  The 


[     2°4    .] 

7  The  countlefs  Price  he  paid  for  us, 
Exempts  us  from  the  Iron  Rod : 
His  Life,  his  Death,  his  Blood  and  Crofs, 
Hath  reconcil'd  us  all  to  God. 


IV. 


i   f\  Thou,  dear  'Sov'reign  of  my  Breaft, 
V,/  In  thy  dear  MyfVry  I  am  bled 

With  Peace  and  Joy  profound, 
Now,  fav'd  from  Sin  and  Hell,  am  I 
In  my  dear  Lamb's  Humanity, 

Where  all  my  Joys  abound. 

2  Here  will  I  hide  from  ev'ry  Foe, 
And  thank  thee,  O  my  Saviour,  too, 

That  I  mould  favour'd  be 
To  hide  me  in  thy  wounded  Side  ; 
And,  what's  yet  more,  to  be  thy  Bride, 

And  truly  one  with  thee. 

3  Here  would  I  live,  for-ever  live 

In  thee,  my  Lamb,  and  ftill  receive 

Thy  BleiTmgs  ever  new  : 
Pd  turn  my  Eyes  from  all  to  thee, 
Whilft  underneath  the  bloody  Tree, 

My  Heart  with  Love  o'erflow. 

4  I  long  to  prove  the  Depth  profound, 
The  Glory  of  each  bleeding  Wound  ; 

Not 


[    *°5     ] 

Not  one  was  made  in  vain  : 
Nor  is  there  any  Difcord  there, 
Or  caufe  of  Sorrow,  Pain  or  Fear  5 

There,  there  my  Soul  remain. 


Y  Saviour  for  me  bled 
Upon  the  Crofs's  Wood  ; 

For  me,  the  Sinner  me,  he  fhed 

His  rich,  atoning  Blood. 

2  For  my  Offences  great 

He  dy'd  a  curfed  Death  ; 
And  wrought  Salvation  out  complet< 
To  be  enjoy'd  by  Faith. 

3  The  Wine-prefs  he  did  tread, 

And,  thro'  his  bleeding  Side, 
His  Spirit,  in  Abundance,  fhed 
On  his  beloved  Bride. 

4  Now,  by  his  Grace,  I  know 

That  I  am  one  of  them, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  dy'd  below 
Upon  the  Crofs's  Stem. 


VI.  In 


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VI. 

i  TN  mine  own  Flcfh  I  fee 
Jl  My  dear  Redeemer,  God  : 
And  in  that  Body  he 

Redeem'd  me  by  his  Blood  : 

Made  one,  no  more  to  part  again, 

In  him  I  ever  mail  remain. 

2  Bone  of  his  Bone  I  am, 

And  evermore  fhall  be  ; 
One  great  Immortal  Name 

Is  nam'd  on  him  and  me  : 
In  him,  complete,  I  now  poffefs 
The  Fulnefs  of  redeeming  Grace. 

3  "When  from  his  pierced  Side 

Came  forth,  in  bleeding  Love, 
His  lov'd,  his  royal  Bride, 

The  Life  divine  to  prove  ; 
To  her  this  facred  Truth  he  feaPd, 
That  all  her  Maladies  were  heaPd. 

4  What  tho'  I  mortal  am, 

And  fhall  to  Duft  return  : 
In  the  prevailing  Lamb 

I  unto  God  am  born  : 
In  him  I  live  above  all  Fear, 
Nor  Sin,  nor  Death,  can  reach  me  there. 


VII. 


[    *°7    3 
VII. 

i  ET  us  our  Hearts  and  Voices   raife, 

I   j  To  found  the  mighty  Saviour' 's  Praifc, 
And  fmg  he  dy'd,  and  lives  again 
For  us,  the  fallen  Sons  of  Men. 

2  He  bare  our  Curfe,  our  Debt  he  paid, 
When  all  our  Woes  on  him  were  laid  ; 
Our  Midnight  Darknefs  chas'd  away, 
And  rais'd  us  to  eternal  Day. 

3  'Tis  fmifh'd,  faith  the  dying  God, 

For  Man,  cries  all  his  Wounds  and  Blood  : 
Salvation  fmifh'd  was  for  us, 
In  Jefusy  bleeding  on  the  Crofs. 

4  He,  fainting,  felt  Death's  rude  Divorce, 
To  put  his  Teftament  in  force ; 
Wherein  to  Man  he  did  bequeath 

The  Labours  of  his  Life  and  Death. 

5  Quickly  he  breaks  Death's  feeble  Chain, 
And  to  his  Throne  afcends  again  ; 

There  fits  adorn'd  with  Wounds  and  Blood, 
And  calls  the  Wand'rers  Home  to  God. 

6  Let  all  the  Sons  of  Sion  ring 
Unwearied  Praife  to  Chrift  their  King, 
He  is  our  Saviour^  God,  and  we 

Will  found  his  Name  eternally. 

VIIL 


[     *o8     ] 
VIII. 

1  A   LL  over  lovely  is  my  Lord  and  God, 
UTJL  When  nail'd  on   Calv'ry  to  a  Crois  of 

Wood  ; 
My  Praife  attends  his  Blood,  his  Name  I'll  blefs, 
He  is  my  Wifdom,  Strength  and  Righteoufnefs. 

2  Deep  Floods  of  evcrlafting  Wrath  and  Grace, 
Strove  which  mould  deluge  Man  in  Jufu's  Face, 
Whilfl  bleeding  Love,  hung  pleading  on  his  Brow 
For  Peace,  and  Pardon,  to  the  Church  below. 

3  The  Floods  of  Grace,  now  with  tremendous 

Swell, 
Drowns  all  our  Sin,  and  Curfe,  and  Fear  of  Hell, 
Whilfl  from  our  bleeding  God  we  ftill  derive 
Our  Peace,  and  in  his  Wounds  we'll  ever  live. 

4  On  us  diflils  his  Merits,  Blood  and  Grace  j 
His  wounded  Form  we'll  yet  by  Faith  embrace  ; 
It's  here  !  We  pofitively  cry,  my  God 

And  tremblingly  with  Joy  we  praife  his  Blood. 

5  We  in  his  Body  our  Election  fee, 

He  with  himfelf  hath  made  us  Children  free  ; 
Our  elder  Brother,  (O  the  friendly  Name  !) 
Is  God  Almighty,  yet  the  flaughter'd  Lamb. 

6  Praife,  endlefs  Praife  to  thee,  O  Chrijl,  be  giv'n; 
Praife,  endlefs  Praife  to  thee,  thou  King  of  Heav'n : 

Ere 


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Ere  long  thy  Praife  fhall  be  our  whole  Employ, 
When  thou,  O  Lamb,  mall  perfect  all  our  Joy. 


IX. 


i   ,rT"^IS  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays  ; 
JL     The  Gift  of  God  is  free  ; 
5Tis  JeftCs  Pray'r,  his  Groans,  and  Cries, 
That  fhall  accepted  be. 

2  'Tis  in  the  Lamb's  Abatement  low, 

We  are  receiv'd  of  God  : 
Lo  !  nothing  is  there  Good,  we  know, 
But  Jefus,  and  his  Blood. 

3  'Tis  thro'  his  Death,  and  OfPring  up 

On  the  accurfed  Wood, 
That  we  are  privileged  to  fup 
With  him,  our  Lord  and  God. 

4  'Tis  thro'  his  Refurrection-Pow'r 

We  live  the  Life  of  Faith  : 
In  his  dear  Body  we  are  more 
Than  Conqu'rors  over  Death. 

5  When  he  afcended  up  on  high, 

Lo  !  we  afcended  then  j 
He  captive  led  Captivity, 
Receiving  Gifts  for  Men. 

6  Yea,  for  rebellious  Men  he  fu'd, 

That  God  with  them  might  dwell  \ 


And 


[      IIO      ] 

And  when  his  wounded  Form  he  fhew'd, 
The  Spirit  on  them  fell. 

7  All  Praife  to  him,  our  God,  our  Friend, 
Who  fininYd  all  for  us ; 
We  blefs  the  Love,  which  hath  no  End, 
Revealed  on  the  Crofs. 


X. 


1  'XAT  H  E  N  c  E  can  [t  bc  that  th°fe  deep 

V  ▼         Wonders  rife 
In  my  poor  Heart  ?  I  View  a  Sacrifice  I 
What  is  the  OfPring,  fay — what  can  it  bc  ? 
Is  it  the  God  of  Ages  ?  yes,  'tis  he  ! 

i  With  Wonder  gaze  I,  and  with  deepeft  Shame, 
Upon  the  dying  God,  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
Stand   in  amaze  with  me,    Heav'n,  Earth   and 

Skies, 
I,  who  was  loft,  am  found  by  Sacrifice  ! 

3  This  Sacrifice  fufficient  is  for  all 
Who  feel  their  Curfe  and  Bondage  in  the  Fall  ; 
This  Sacrifice,  approv'd  complete  and  good, 
Atones  thro'  Smart,  and  purifies  by  Blood. 


4  Chrijl  is  the  Sacrifice,  that  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Thro'  whofe  Blood-fhedding  I  accepted  am  : 
He  ofFer'd  up  himfelf  in  Blood  for  me, 
That  I  from  Condemnation  might  be  free. 

5  Adieu 


5  Adieu  to  all  befide  my  Lord  and  God, 
Thus  crucify'd  upon  a  Crofs  of  Wood  ; 

In  Heav'n,  and  Earth,  I  (land  oblig'd  to  none 
But  him,  who  did  for  ail  my  Sins  atone. 

6  O  !  Jefus,  I  adore  thy  lovely  Name  ; 

Thy  Wounds   have  purg'd  me  from  all  Sin  and 

Shame ; 
Thou  haft  allur'd  and  drawn  my  Soul  to  thee, 
Where  I,  in  Life,  and  Death,  mall  happy  be. 

XL 

"HEN  firft  I  knew,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
'Twas  in  his  deep  Humility, 
His  Garments  roll'd  in  his  own  Blood ; 
With  Eyes  of  Love  he  look'd  on  me. 

2  Lo !  then  my  fainting  Heart  revived, 

When  I  beheld  the  Saviour  fmile  ; 
*Twas  then  in  J  ejus  I  belie  v'd, 
And  felt  the  Glory  of  his  Toil. 

3  I  nothing  had,  when  my  dear  Lamb 

Did  fhew  me  ail  my  Sins  forgiv'n ; 
I  nothing  had  but  Filth  and  Shame, 
When  firft  I  faw  my  Name  in  Heav'n. 

4  Love,  bleeding  Love,  firft  found  out  me, 

And  led  me  by  a  Way  unfought ; 
Love  drew  me  to  the  bloody  Tree, 
And  pointed  out  my  Pardon  bought  \ 

5  Bought 


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5  Bought  with  the  Saviour's  Pains  and  Blood  : 

Amazing  Love  !  what  Tongue  can  tell 
The  Glory  which  I  faw  in  God, 

When  at  his  Foot-ftool  fir  ft  I  fell  ? 

6  Nor  Angels  may  declare  the  Blifs 

My  Soul  received,  when  firft  I  found, 
In  Cbri/t,  my  Strength,  and  Righteoufnefs, 
Exhibited  thro'  ev'ry  Wound. 

7  His  Promife  is,  He  will  remain 

My  dear,  my  cverlafting  Friend  ; 
He  feaPd  me  this  by  unknown  Pain  ; 
Loves,  and  will  love  me  to  the  End* 

8  Then  praife,  my  Soul,  thy  bleeding  King, 

Who  gives  thee  all  his  Heart  to  prove  ; 
His  matchlefs  Grace  for-ever  fing, 
The  Wonders  of  redeeming  Love, 

XII. 

Y  deareft  Redeemer,  thou  Light  of  my 
Days, 
My  Heart's  fincere  Language  fhall  fhcw  forth  thy 

Praife  : 
I  now  can  behold  the  Smiles  of  thy  Face, 
Thy  Glory,  dear  Saviour,  the  Fountain  of  Grace : 
I'll  tell  the  World  of  thee,  of  thy  fhedding  Blood, 
That  wonderful  MyfVry  and  Glory  of  God. 

2  'Tis 


2  'Tis  Jefus,  Jehovah,  the  wounded  I  A  M, 
Who  dy'd  on  Golgotha,  the  facrific'd  Lamb  ; 
His  Beauties  I  fee,  thro'  each  weeping  Wound ; 
His  Body  all  bleeding  where  true  Joys  abound  : 
He  dy'd,  but  lives  ever,  and  reigns  over  all  \ 
He  is  my  dear  Saviour,  his  Name  I  extol, 

3  He  is  a  true  Lover,  whofe   Grace  never  ends  ; 
My  Soul  bow  and  wonder,  and  view  his  pierc'd 

Hands  ! 
Remember  his  Love,  his  Death,  and  his  Smart, 
And  all  his   Wounds  number,  the   Life  of  my 

Heart  : 
He  is  my  dear  Portion  !  what  can  I  want  more  ? 
Freed  from  Condemnation,  I  bow  and  adore. 

4  Who  can  but  admire  fo  faithful  a  Friend, 
Unchangeable  Lover,  who  loves  to  the  End  ? 
Ere  long  I  mail  be  amidft  the  lov'd  Throng  ; 
There,  loud  as  the  Thunders,  Fll  fmg  the  new 

Song  : 
Still  gazing,  admiring,  and  ringing  mod  fweet, 
And  alfo  embracing  his  pierc'd  Hands  and  Feet. 

XIII. 

OW  fhall  our  Tongues  with  Rapture  tell. 
How  J  ejus  conquer' d  Death  and  Hell, 
When  on  the  Crofs  he  dy'd  : 
His  Spoil  we  are  he'll  not  deny, 
But  own  us  to  Eternity 
As  his  lov'd,  chofen  Bride. 

D  d  a  His 


C     «4     ] 

2  His  Myftery,  his  Death  and  Blood, 
Hath  reconcil'd  us  all  to  God ; 

His  Glory  hides  our  Shame  : 
Whilft  Chri/i  is  God's  beloved  Son, 
We  live  with  him  for-evcr  one, 
In  Sonfhip,  Grace  and  Name. 

3  That  he  might  equitably  bleed 
He  took  upon  him  Abra'm's  Seed, 
Then  to  the  Altar  went  ; 

Whilft  in  this  Lamb  to  flaughter  led, 
The  Sinner  bare  on  his  own  Head 
His  Sin  and  Punifhment. 

4  Nor  will  he  us  in  Trials  leave, 
But  (till  is  with  us  ftrong  to  fave, 

Whilft  we  on  Earth  remain  : 
In  him  our  Life,  our  all  is  found ; 
Than  Sin,  his  Grace  did  more  abound, 

Reveal'd  when  he  was  flain. 

5  How  rich  the  Love,  dear  God,  that  we 
Should  be  belov'd,  belov'd  by  thee, 

And  fav'd  from  all  our  Shame  : 
With  Joy  we'll  praife  thee  till  we  die, 
And  after  Death  eternally 

Adore  thy  balmy  Name. 


XIV. 


C    2I5    3 

XIV. 

JESUS,  and  him  crucify'd, 
Is  mine,  I  want  no  more  ; 
In  his  Wounds  Pm  deep  inlaid  ; 
My  Name  there  ftandeth  fure  ; 
I  am  his,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

My  Root  is  in  the  promis'd  Land  \ 
I'm  a  Branch  of  the  true  Vine, 
The  Plant  of  God's  Right-Hand. 

In  the  Lamb  my  fallow  Ground 

Was  plough' d  with  painful  Toil, 
That  which  did  with  Thorns  abound 

Is  now  a  nobler  Soil : 
Chrift's  the  Soil  that's  rich  and  good  \ 

In  him  the  lov'd  Plantation  grows  ; 
Water' d  by  his  heav'nly  Blood, 

Its  Merit  always  flows. 

Growing  in,  and  twirled  round 

My  Chrift,  the  bleeding  Vine  ; 
On  him  all  my  Fruit  is  found, 

Nor  fhall  we  e'er  untwine  : 
Here  true  Happinefs  I  prove, 

*Tis  here  I've  found  a  conftant  Friend, 
In  the  glorious  Man  of  Love, 

Who  loves  me  to  the  End. 


IV. 


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XV. 

i   TTOW  rich  the  Love!  my  Lord,  my  God, 
A  JL  For  me,  a  Worm,  hath  dy'd  \ 
For  me  he  fhed  his  living  Blood  j 
I  know  no  God  befide. 

2  The  Source  of  all  my  Happinefs 

Is  his  eternal  Name  ; 
Nor  is  there  ought  but  Dung  and  Drofe 
Befides  my  deareft  Lamb. 

3  All  Things  mall  perifh  but  the  Word, 

He  (lands  for-ever  hire  ; 
J  ejus  for-ever  is  the  Lord, 
Let  ev'ry  Pow'r  adore. 

4  This  Word  made  Flefh  in  BethVhem  feen, 

Incarnate  was  in  me, 
In  me,  and  all  the  Sons  of  Men, 
That  he  our  Head  might  be. 

5  Then  up  unto  our  Head  we  look, 

And  blefs  that  glorious  Grace, 
Which  fhews  us  God's  eternal  Book 
UnfeaPd  in  Jefu's  Face. 


XVI. 


V 


[     "7     ] 
XVI. 

ESUS,  Matter,  in  thine  Hand 
Lead  on  thy  Family, 
'Till  we  all  poflefs  the  Land, 

The  promis'd  Liberty  :  '■ 

There  amidft  the  holy  Throng 
We  all  mall  fee  thy  blifsful  Face, 
\       Singing  one  eternal  Song 

To  Chriji^  the  God  of  Grace. 

-2  In  thy  bleeding  Heart  mail  we 

All  find  our  blefs'd  Abode  ; 
Each  difowning  all  for  thee. 

Thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  : 
There  poifeffing  all  we  want 

In  thy  rich  Fulnefs,  holy  Lamb, 
Hence  we  all  are  now  content 

To  bear  thy  Crofs  and  Shame. 

3  In  thy  fmitten  Body  v/e 

Are  pure  for  evermore  ; 
Happy  to  Eternity, 

We  will  our  Lord  adore  : 
We  in  Chri/l,  our  Ark,  abide, 

O'er  each  Temptation  Hill  we  foar  ; 
We  difdain  the  fwelling  Tide, 

And  foon  mail  reach  the  Shore. 

4  Farewell  all  this  World  below, 

And  all  that  Earth  calls  good^ 

We  rejoice  no  more  in  you, 

We  are  redeem'd  by  Blood, 

Now 


C   *«8   3 

Now  redeem'd  to  God  wc  prove 
A  fafe  Afylum  from  our  Fears  ; 

All  the  Heights,  and  Depths  of  Love, 
In  Jefu's  Blood  appears, 

XVII. 

Y  Redeemer,  let  me  be 
Quite  happy  at  thy  Feet, 
Still  to  know  myfelf  and  thee, 

Be  this  my  bitter  fweet  : 
Look  upon  my  Infant  State, 

And  with  a  Father's  yearning  blefs  5 
Don't  thy  ranfom'd  Child  forget, 
Nor  leave  me  in  Diftrefs. 

2  I  have  foolifhly  aburd 

My  Saviour's  bleeding  Love  ; 
All  thy  Gifts,  my  God,  mifus'd, 

"When  by  Temptation  drove  : 
Juftly  I  defer  v'd  to  be 

Forfaken  by  my  Lord  and  God  ; 
Yet  mail  juftice  plead  for  me, 

For  whom  thou  medil  thy  Blood. 

3  Thy  bleft  Smiles,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Shall  cheer  my  drooping  Heart ; 
I'm  inltructed  in  thy  Word,. 

That  thou  unchanging  art  : 
Draw  me  to  the  Depth  profound 

Of  all  thy  Sorrows,  Blood  and  Sweat, 

Pairing  on,  thro'  ev'ry  Wound, 

Unto  thy  Mercy  Seat  : 

4  There, 


[     ai9     ] 
4  There,  reclining  on  thy  Bread, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath  find  ; 
Proving  in  thee  perfect  Reft 

To  my  poor  laboring  Mind  j 
Waiting  till  my  Lord  I  fee, 

And  be  like  him  for-ever  pure, 
At  the  heav'nly  Jubilee, 
This  Blifs  to  me  is  furc. 

XVIIL 

Eareft,  holy,  wounded  Lamb! 
Thou  art  ftill  my  conftant  Lover  j 
At  thy  Feet  I  blufh  with  Shame, 

When  thy  Beauties  I  difcover  ; 
There  I  die  and  live  again, 
Here  I  Life  divine  obtain. 

2  In  thy  Wounds  I  fhalf  abide  ; 

There  I  find  my  great  Salvation ; 
There  defy  the  fwelling  Tide, 

And  the  Strength  of  each  Temptation  j 
Deep  inlaid  in  Jefu's  Heart, 
He  with  me  can  never  part. 

3  O  !  his  Grace  and  Love,  how  free ! 

Everlafling  and  unchanging  ; 
Strange  its  Influence  on  me, 

Pow'rfully  my  Heart,  eftranging 
From  all,  but  the  Man  who  dy'd, 
None  but  Jefus  crucify'd. 


4-  Can 


[       220       ] 

4  Can  it  be  that  I  fhould  prove 

Thefe  thy  Riches,  O  my  Saviour, 

Live  in  thee,  the  Source  of  Love, 
There  redeem'd  and  bleit  for-cver  ? 

Sure  thy  Grace,  my  God,  is  free, 
Elfe  it  ne'er  had  favour'd  me. 

XIX. 

1   T  S  R'E  L,  truft  thou  in  the  Lord, 

■*■    Jefus  tny  ^ear  P°rtion  is  ! 
He,  the  great  incarnate  Word, 

Is  thy  Strength,  and  Pvighteoufncfs  : 
He  will  thine  abide  ; 
Jefus  is  thy  Dwelling-Place, 
Clofely  fhelter'd  in  his  Grace, 

From  all  Sin  and  Satan  hide. 

i  In  the  Lord  is  VicYry  found 

For  the  flruggling  Sinner  flill  ; 
Shortly  we  fhall  all  be  crown'd 
On  Mount  Zion\  holy  Hill : 
O  !  the  Mount  of  God, 
There  fhall  we  his  Wonders  tell, 
Sing  how  we  were  fav'd  from  Hell, 
By  his  Sorrows,  Wounds  and  Blood. 


XX. 


j~       221       ] 

XX. 

i  rT"1Ruell  Lover  of  thy  People, 

JL     Nought  can  turn  thy  Heart  from  me  $ 
In  thy  Death  thy  poor  Difciple 

Still  obtains  true  Liberty, 
Thy  bleft  Word,  and  Kind  Behaviour, 

Death  and  Torments,  Wounds  and  Blood, 
Still  amires  me,  O  my  Saviour, 
That  thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God, 

2  From  thee  I  can  never  wander 

Fatally,  but  fhall  abide 
In  that  bleeding  Fountain  yonder, 

Shelter'd  in  thy  pierced  Side  : 
There  my  Jefus  freely  gives  me 

All  the  Glory  he's  received ; 
As  he  dy'd,  fo  now  he  lives  me  ; 

This  is  Heav'n,  when  once  believ'd. 

XXL 

i  \TOW  the  Lamb  afcends  on  high, 
jL\      Behold  him,  Sons  of  God, 
Captive  led  Captivity, 

All  conquer'd  by  his  Blood  : 
With  him,  we  are  rifen  too, 

In  him,  from  ev'ry  Charge  fet  free  5 
In  our  rifen  Chrift  we  view 

Our  endlefs  Liberty. 

E  e  2  Jefut_ 


[   111   ] 

2  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  High, 

Ye  Sons  of  Adam  hear  ; 
Why  will  you  defpair  and  die 

In  all  your  Sin  and  Fear  : 
Gifts  of  Glory  he  receives, 

That  God,  your  God,  might  dwell  with  you, 
And  whoe'er  in  him  believes, 

Shall  find  the  Record  true. 

3  God's  gone  up  with  merry  Noifc, 

And  with  the  Trumpet's  Sound  ; 
Hence  our  high,  triumphant  Joys 

Shall  evermore  abound  : 
Tho'  rebellious  once,  deceiv'd, 

Yet  now  our  Tongues  can  greatly  tell, 
Jefus  hath  that  Gift  receiv'd, 

Of  God,  with  us  to  dwell. 

4  Our  dear  Lord's  gone  up  on  High, 

But  firfl  he  greatly  flood 
Th'  Object  of  our  Mifery, 

Refitting  Sin  to  Blood, 
In  our  Nature,  Perfon,  Name, 

Was  Jefus,  by  the  Law,  arraign'd, 
Bearing  all  our  Curfe  and  Shame, 

As  long  as  ought  remain'd. 

5  Now  our  Life's  gone  up  on  High, 

Each  Babe  in  Zion  knows 

How  that  God  did  juftify 

His  Church,  when  Jefus  rofe  j 

J  J  Prefs 


C    223    ] 

Prefs  we  now  then  to  attain 
The  Refurreclion  of  the  Dead, 

Where  the  Members  born  again 
Are  perfect  as  the  Head. 

XXII. 

On  the  Birth  of  Jeius. 

LET  all  the  Nations  of  the  Earth 
Sing  of  the  great  Redeemer's  Birth  ! 
That  once  defpifed  Man : 
O  how  immenfe  the  Myftery  5 
The  Father  of  Eternity 
Contracted  to  a  Span. 

The  fallen  Sons  of  Men  he  took. 
Such  that  were  written  in  his  Book, 

Did  all  our  State  afFume, 
That  we  with  him,  from  Sin  fet  free. 
That  pure  and  holy  Thing  might  be, 

Born  from  the  Virgin's  Womb. 

;  Lo  !  there  a  Man  was  born  again. 
Exempt  from  Adam's  dreadful  Stain, 

And  fully  meet  for  Heav'n  : 
And  here  the  fallen  Sons  of  Earth 
Are  born  of  God,  this  their  New-birth, 

This  Grace  to  them  is  giv'n. 


With 


[     «4     ] 

4  With  Angcl-Hofts  we  join  to  fing 
The  Praifes  of  our  new-born  King, 

Our  God  incarnate  blefs, 
Whofe  holy,  flrange,  myfterious  Birth, 
Brought  heavenly  Joys  to  Sons  of  Earth, 

With  Peace  and  Righteoufnefs. 

xxiii. 

Ortals  behold  your  dying  God, 
Take  Refuge  in  his  Name  ; 
Come,  warn  your  Robes  white  in  the  Blood 
Of  Chrifty  the  flaughter'd  Lamb. 

2  O  'tis  eternal  Life  to  know 

His  Godhead,  Blood,  and  Fame  : 
The  Scriptures  fay,  he  dy'd  for  you, 
Then  venture  on  the  Lamb. 

3  Now  welcome  all  who  come  to  God, 

In  Chrijly  the  Saviour's  Name  ; 
There's  full  Redemption  in  his  Blood  ; 
Then  do  not  flight  the  Lamb. 

4  O  that  you  God,  the  Saviour,  knew, 

And  that  he  bore  your  Shame  ; 
Dy'd,  rofe  again,  and  lives  for  you, 
Then  would  you  prize  the  Lamb. 

5  What  Love,  what  Kindnefs  did  he  mew  ! 

When  he  from  Heaven  came, 

To 


[    *25     3 

To  bear  away  all  Sin  from  you, 
Behold  the  holy  Lamb. 

6  How  rich  the  Blood  which  once  did  fiow ! 

To  cover  us  from  Shame  ; 
We'll  bow  before  thy  Foot-ftool  low5 
And  hail  thee,  lovely  Lamb. 

7  O  Chrift?  our  God,  our  bleeding  King, 

We'll  ever  fing  thy  Fame  ; 
Here  and  in  Heav'n  we'll  fhout  and  fing 
Thy  Glories,  worthy  Lamb, 

XXIV. 

"Y  dear  Matter  J  ejus  Chrijl^ 
For  Peace  to  thee  I  fly  ; 
In  thee  Saviour •,  I  am  bleit 

To  all  Eternity  : 
Free  from  Care,  and  Sin,  and  Strife, 

I  reft  in  my  dear  Bridegroom's  Love ; 
Ever  living  in  that  Life, 
Which  J  ejus  lives  Above. 

«a  O !  the  Heights  of  Jejuh  Gracee 
Which  I  fo  richly  view, 
Saviour?  in  thy  lov'd  Embrace 

Are  Bleflings  ever  new  : 
BlefTmgs,  conflant  as  the  Day, 

Flows  from  that  wounded  Heart  of  thine ; 
All  the  Force  of  Words  can't  fay 
How  glorious,  how  divine. 

3  Lofl 


[   ™&  J 

3  Loft  in  Wonder,  I  adore 

The  mighty  Prince  of  Life  ; 
Him  to  praife  for  evermore, 

Be  now  my  only  Strife  : 
That  God  might  not  frown  on  me, 

Nor  doom  my  Soul  to  Banifhment, 
He  upon  the  fhameful  Tree 

To  fuffer  was  content. 

4  Patient  he  the  Crofs  endur'd 

Did  all  the  Shame  defpife, 
Well  he  knew  and  was  aflur'd, 

This  bloody  Sacrifice 
Should  his  Children  all  complete 

In  fpotlefs  Truth  and  Purity  j 
This  the  Joy  before  him  fet 

When  he  en gag M  to  die. 

5  Here  my  Sin  and  Curfe  was  drown'd, 

Redemption  here  obtain'd  ; 
Here  the  Peace,  once  loft,  was  found, 

And  Life  eternal  gain'd  : 
Dead  upon  the  Crofs,  in  him, 

Atonement  for  my  Sin  I  fee, 
Weeping  from  each  lifelefs  Limb, 

For  Enemies,  for  me. 


B 


XXV. 

Y  Jefrf%  Blood-fhedding  I  Happinefs  gain, 

My  Heart's  ever  pleading  the  Fruit  of  his 

Pain  ;  The 


C     227     J 

The  Bleflings  for-ever  made  over  to  me 
By  my  dying  Saviour  on  the  ftiameful  Tree  ; 
How  fweet  the  Relation,  my  Lord,  and  my  God, 
Eternal  Salvation  I  view  in  thy  Blood. 

2  Then  thou  my  Soul  venture  on  his  Death  and 

Smart, 
Into  his  Wounds  enter  and  view  his  dear  Heart ; 
No  more  be  thou  grieving,  opprefs'd  with  thy  Sin5 
But  live  by  believing  where  thou  art  made  clean  ; 
Look  up  to  thy  Surety,  and  flill  in  his  Blood, 
Behold  all  thy  Purity,  Mectnefs  for  God, 

3  Here  would  I  live  ever,  'tis  here  I  am  bleft, 
The  Wounds  of  the  Saviour  is  my  perfect  Reft  ; 
In  Spirit  here  meeting  the  Friends  of  the  Lamb, 
With  heavenly  Greeting  we'll  hail  his  dear  Name, 
As  one  all.agreeing  to  praife  our  Lord,  God, 
And  thank  him  for  freeing  our  Souls  by  his  Blood. 

XXVL 

i  "|\yi"Y  dear  Redeemer,  dying  God, 
JlVJl  Who  waft  a  Man  like  me, 
Once  naiPd  to  the  accurfed  Wood, 

My  guilty  Soul  to  free  : 
I  love  to  hear  of  all  thy  Smart, 

(Thou  bear'ft  it  all  for  me) 
To  fee  thy  open  bleeding  Heart, 

Where  I  from  Sin  am  free. 

2  Thy 


C     228     ] 

2  Thy  Blood  is  Gikad's  Balm  indeed, 

Thy  People's  Hurt  it  heals  ; 
Revives  and  quickens  from  the  Dead, 

My  Pardon  writes  and  feals  : 
Sown  deeply  in  thy  bleeding  Wounds, 

I  firmly  rooted  am  ; 
My  Root,  my  Growth,  my  Fruit  abounds, 

In  thee,  thou  fpotlefs  Lamb. 

3  To  Sin,  Law,  and  the  World,  I'm  dead, 

Now  by  thy  Death  and  Blood  ; 
With  thee,  my  Chrift,  my  Life  is  hid 

In  all  the  Pow'r  of  God  : 
When  thou,  my  Life,  with  Trumpets  blown, 

Appear'fl  on  Clouds  of  Heav'n, 
Then  fhall  that  glorious  Life  be  known, 

Which  God  to  me  hath  giv'n. 

XXVII. 

i    .!    |"OW  ftrange  the  Tidings,  how  profound  ! 
JTl  That  God  a  Man  mould  be  ; 
In  Servant's  Form  the  Lord  was  found, 
To  make  us  Servants  free. 

2  He  of  his  Love  did  Man  alfure, 
Proclaiming  all  his  Name  ; 
E'en  when  the  Bridal-Chamber  pure 
The  Virgin's  Womb  became. 

\  Our 


[    **9     ] 

3  Our  Father  lov'd  us  Worms  fo  well, 

He  put  our  Nature  Gn, 
And  thus  became  Immanuel, 
The  Father  and  the  Son. 

4  He  fininVd  what  his  Love  began,. 

For  Adam\  ruin'd  Race  ; 
We  fee  the  God  fhine  thro'  the  Man, 
In  dear  ImmanueV%  Face. 

5  This  facred  Unity  maintains 

Our  conftant  Peace  with  God  ; 
Our  Sin's  aton'd  for  by  his  Pains, 
His  Sorrow  and  his  Blood. 

XXVIII. 

i   /^lOME  ye  Lovers  of  the  Lamb, 
\^A  Praife  the  great  Almighty  Name  ; 
To  your  God  your  Songs  begin, 
To  the  Lamb,  your  bleeding  King. 

2  Jefus,  thee  we  Honours  give  ; 
Live,  Almighty  Jefus,  live  \ 

Thou  haft  penn'd  our  Songs  with  Blood, 
Thee  we  hail,  incarnate  God.    . 

3  We  were  laden  once  with  Sin, 

But  the.  Lamb  hath  made  us  clean  ; 
We,  who  once  in  Darkncfs  lay, 
Now  behold  eternal  Day* 

Ff  4  Strangers 


[     23°     ] 

4  Strangers  once  and  far  from  God, 
Now  brought  Home  by  Jefu's  Blood, 
Shining  in  our  Wedding  Urefs, 

In  the  Lord,  our  Righteoufnefs. 

5  Poor,  and  low,  we  once  did  lie, 

Full  of  Wants,  and  fore  opprcfs'd  ; 
Jefus  now  hath  rais'd  us  high, 
All  our  Grievances  redrefs'd. 

6  Deeply  finking  once  in  Hell, 

Without  Hope,  and  without  God  ; 
Now  our  Tongues  can  greatly  tell, 
We  are  fav'd  by  Jefu's  Blood. 

7  Freely  we  are  fav'd  by  Grace, 

Heart  and  Hand  we  this  embrace  ; 
This  Below  fill  ev'ry  Tongue 
This  Above  is  all  the  Song. 

8  Praifes  (till  to  Chriji  we  fing, 

Chr'ijl  our  Prophet,  Priefl,  and  King  ; 
ThJ  living  Waters  in  us  How, 
Glory  is  begun  below. 


T 


XXIX. 

HOU  art  my  bleft   Portion,    thou  dear 
Nazarene, 
Who  once  was  oppreffed, 
And  forely  diflrefled, 

When 


[     *3*     ] 

When  thou  didfl  lie  under  my  Curfe  and  my 

Shame, 
To  fave  me  for-ever,  ador'd  be  thy  Name. 

2  There  in  that  deep  Wound,  I  view  in  thy  Side, 

I  fee  my  Election, 

And  all  my  Perfection  ; 
Beholding  the  Glory  of  thy  Blood-bought  Bride, 
Amongft  the  dear  Number  who  in  thee  confide. 

3  Now  I  can  behold  thee,  Love,  bleeding  for  me  ! 

I  bow  to  none  other, 

But  thee  my  dear  Lover, 
With  Wonder  I  view  thee  on  the  bloody  Tree, 
And  hear  thee.  Lamb,  crying,  'Tis  jinijh'dfor  thee: 

4  That  Moment  I  prov'd  the  Grace  of  thy  Name, 

Where  all  Things  I  wanted 

Unto  me  was  granted  ; 
Yea,  mine  is  thy  Fulnefs  that's  always  the  fame, 
That  ftill  I  might  praife  thee,  thou  meek  flaughter'd 

Lamb. 


JN"        /        S. 


INDEX. 


A  Page 

LL  Fulnefs  in  the  Lamb  we  view  ;  $$ 

_\  All  is  hum,  the  Battle's  o'er  !  115 

All  over  lovely  is  my  Lord  and  God,  208 

All  Things  deliver'd  are  53 

All  you,  who  make  the  Law  your  Choice,  163 

B 

BLefs'd  are  the  Eyes  that  fee  ;  1 94 

By  Grace  we  know,  to  us  it's  clear,  146 

By  Jfefu's  Blood-fhedding  I  Happinefs  gain  ;  226 

C 

CAnaan  promis'd  is  before  ;  $6 

Chrifi's  Birth  and  Circumcifion  too,  106 

Chriji,  our  Head's  gone  up  on  High,  187 

Come,  ye  Lovers  of  the  Lamb,  229 

Comfort  ye  my,  Comfort  ye  my  134 

Could  1  of  all  Perfedion  boaft,  190 

Cry  aloud,  is  the  Command  ;  176 

D 

Aughters  of  Jerufatem,  172 

Dear  Lamb !  thy  humbled  State  we  fing, 

Dear  Shepherd,  fee  thy  Flock  here  met,  203 

Deareft,  holy,  wounded  Lamb,  219 

Deareft  J  ejus  9  tho'  unfeen,  *37 

Deliver'd  from  Pain,  102 

E 

Ternal  Excellence  !  159 

F  Farcwcl 


E 


F 


[       *33       ] 

.    F  Page 

Arewel,  vain  World,  from  theclceafe,   142 


G 

GReat  God  !  thy  Judgments,  all  are  fhTd,  180 
Greatly  belov'd,  59 

Glor'ous  J  ejus  !  glor'ous  J  ejus  !  188 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ;  192 

H 

AIL  !  high,  exalted,  righteous  Man,  63 

_  Hail,  Jefus,  perfect  God  and  Man  !  62 

Hail,  rifen  Saviour,  Conqueror  divine,  36 

High  on  the  holy  Mount  is  kept  the  grand,  13 

Here  mall  no  Trouble  or  Difmay  126 

How  charmingly  founds  189 

How  deep  was  that  which  Chrift  fuftain'd,  109 

How  pow'rful  is  the  glorious  Word!  193 

How  rich  the  Love,  my  Lord,  /my  God,  216 

How  flrange  the  Tidings,  how  profound  !  228 

IwJ 

IN  mine  own  Flefh  I  fee 
Ifr'el,  truft  thou  in  the  Lord, 
Jefus,  and  him  crucify'd 
jfefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  Grace ! 
Jefus,  Matter,  in  thine  Hand 
J  ejus  only  will  we  ling, 
Jefus,  the  Father's  richefl  Grace, 
jfefusy  the  Grace  reveal'd, 
Jefus,  the  Saviour,  from  Above, 
J  ejus  1  thou  highefl,  lovelieft  Name 
Jefus,  thy  Beauties  I  explore  ! 
Jefus,  thy  Name  we  praife  ! 

L  Let 


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L  Page 

LET  all  the  Nations  of  the  Earth,  223 

Let  Heaven  and  Earth  united  fing  70 

Let  us  our  Hearts  and  Voices  raife  207 

M 

MOrtals  behold  your  dying  God,  224 

Mofes,  he  gave  the  fi'ry  Law  1 53 

Moft  precious,  in  our  Saviour* $  Sight,  149 

My  Beloved  !  hafte  away,  139 

My  dear  Mafler,  Jefus  Chriji,  225 

My  dear  Redeemer,  dying  God,  227 

My  dearefl  Lamb,  who  bear'fl  my  Grief,  136 

My  dearefl  Redeemer,  thou  Light  of  my  Days, 

212 

My  Mind,  illiterate,  unpolifhcd  3 

My  Redeemer,  let  me  be  218 

My  Saviour  for  me  bled  205 

My  Song  fhall  be  of  him,  who  dy'd  199 

N     , 

NOR  Reafon,  nor  Senfe  121 

Now  are  we  Sons  of  God  !  73 

Now  doth  the  Truth  appear,  170 

Now  is  J  ejus  1  now  is  Jefus  74 

Now  fhall  our  Tongues  with  Rapture  tell,  213 

Now  the  Lamb  afcends  on  high  \  221 

O 

OChrift  !  O  Love  divine  !  155 
O  !  how  doth  God  our  Souls  furprize,    76 

O  holy  human' el  !  thy  Myfl'ry  divine,  81 

O  Lamb,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  King,  200 
O  Love  !  what  a  Secret  to  Mortals  thou  art !    78 

O  my  Jefus  !  O  my  Jefus  !  79 

O  the 


C     *3S     1 


Page 


O  the  Tidings,  how  profound  !  185 

G  thou  dear  Sov'reign  of  my  Bread  204 

Our  glorious  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  !  151 


EE,  O  my  Soul,  with.  Wonder  fee5  82 

Shew  me  the  Reafon,  O  my  God,  83 

Sing  the  Triumphs  of  our  conqu'ring  195 

Solemnly  we  now  confefs,  86 

T 

^HHE  Builder,  whom  true  Wifdom  fways,  183 

JL    The  Father's  Love  to  Man  fo  free,  91 

The  Father's  holy  Eye  129 

Th'  unutterable  Word  thou  art,  64 

The  Victory's  won,  87 

This  is  the  Fad,  which  I  will  choofe,  178 
Thou  art  my  bleil  Portion,  thou  dear  Nazarene, 

230 

Thy  Gofpel,  dear  Lamb,  89 

Thy  Myftery,  O  Chri/l,  how  great  !  186 

'Tis  not  of  him  that  weeps  and  prays,  209 

Time  flies,  188 

To  Jefus,  lifted  up  on  High  ;  187 

To  redeem  our  Souls  he  comes,  114 

True  confeious  Honour  is  to  feel  no  Sin  ;  189 

Truefl  Lover  of  thy  People,  221 


v 


V 
Arious  the  Objects  Man  deiires,  175 

W 

E  celebrate  the  Praife  to  Day  144 

We  now  arife,  the  Light  is  come,       125 

We 


We  now  with  Gladncfs  tell,  127 

We  the  joyful  Sound  have  heard,  186 

We're  certainly  fure,  100 

What  Beauties  divine  120 

What  Bleffings  in  the  Lamb  abound  !  190 

What  dazzling  Glories  ftrike  mine  Eye  !  105 

What  Glories  furrounding  my  Saviour  I  fee  !  1 1 1 

When  all  the  Virtues  of  the  Wood,  157 

When  blinded  with  Pride,  98 

When  Elements  and  Time  will  fade  1 84 

When  favour'd  John  beheld  117 

When  firft  I  knew  my  Lord,  my  God,  21 1 

When  God  our  Father's  pleas'd  97 

When  God  would  manifeft  his  Grace  95 

When  I  behold  my  bleeding  God,  140 
Whence  can  jt  be  that  thofe  deep  Wonders  rife 

210 

Whilft  I  celeflial  Themes  purfue,  92 

Whilft  I  fhall  track  the  Depth  of  Love,  122 

Whilft  we  are  marching  thro'  156 

WSth  folemn  Shout  we  fing  thy  Praife,  94 

Who  can  fay  what  Glories  lie  113 

Wond'rous  the  Grace  which  now  we  prove!  107 

Wond'rous  Voice,  which  cries  with  Pow'r,  103 

Wonderful  thy  Name  we  call,  119 

Y 

E  arc  God's  Building,  (is  the  Word)  182 


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